It was a hot sunny day, when my parents finally took us to Disney World. My brother Bradley, my sister Kylie, and I endlessly asked my parents to show us the Wonderful World of dreams with Mickey Mouse and Snow-white walking by and greeting us as if we were royalty as well. Somehow these fairy tale creatures made us ecstatic without and true presents; such as a new house for my Barbie’s, or a new racing track for my brother’s Hot Wheels. Therefore, my parents thought that Disney World was the best choice for their loving children.
However, my parents can ensure anybody that Disney can turn out to be a remarkable place for adults as well as children. Although that trip was all the way back in 2008, none of us could ever forget our experiences at the roller coaster with a mysterious name “Space Mountain”. As my parents and eldest sister grew tired of the smell of sweet popcorn and them always seeming to wash the ice-cream off Bradley’s bright green shirt, they decided to change the settings. Along with Bradley, Kylie and I pleaded to go to the roller coaster, and, having no other better idea, my father finally had to give up.
I thought that my mother would be proud of him. Besides, they always had talked of have never had such an experience before, and thought of having such a ride was quite interesting at least. When we finally arrived at Space Mountain, the feeling of doubt started to crowd my mind. Being as I was only 9 years old, I felt uneasy seeing the all black coaster zip down the track as if it were flying. I tried to convince my parents and siblings to just go back to the café and eat ice cream, but I was the only one up for that. My siblings were too preoccupied over the fascination on this ride to even consider my request.
The most excited was Kylie, who voluntarily climbed into the seat as Bradley followed after her. I figured that it was too late to turn back now; I climbed into this “metal box of death” and awaited my fate. As the workers made their round trips; checking seatbelts, and telling us to enjoy the ride, one old man stopped by and asked me if I was okay. I bit my tongue and nodded with a slight “yes” coming out of my mouth. At that moment, the only sibling who looked excited was Kylie. Bradley and I both gave the same look as to decide which one this contraption eats up first.
I was not entirely sure of anything anymore. The only thing I was sure of what that I could feel my pulse drop into my stomach and my heart rate as is sped up. I was so fearful at the fact that this entire mechanism could stop working at any time. By then I could object to nothing, I closed my eyes and held them as if I were escaping back into a peaceful place with princesses and tea parties. As the ride took off I heard many different forms of both screaming and laughter, but I did not open my mouth for the duration of the whole ride.
As the coaster came to a halt, I opened my eyes to see that the pain and torture was now over. I quickly looked at my brother who had the same expression as I did. Knowing that going on that ride could’ve gone much smoother without us. Looking back on that day in Disney world, I still faintly remember the smell of the “Magic” in the air (or nearly stale cotton candy). However, a certain thought has always haunted me in decided to go back or not. If I had never gone on Space Mountain would I be afraid of roller coasters today? I guess contemplating will do nothing. I guess until next time, Space Mountain.