Emily Lupo
September 16, 2014
I feel as though I need more description.

Hangin’ With Cinderella “We’re almost there,” my mother promised. We had been traveling in the car for two days non stop and although it was incredibly exciting, I was also quite ready to eat some bon bons with a princess. We were headed to Disney World, a place that I was convinced was magical. I had been bothering all the other children and my kindergarten teacher by skipping into classs every single day singing about how I was going to Disney World. What can I say? I was excited.
Maybe explain what bon bons are. My mom seemed slightly less thrilled as she tried to stretch out. We were going to Disney World with my grandparents for an entire week, which was exciting, but to get there we had to survive two days of being crammed in the back seat. I was able to amuse myself with coloring books and silly games, but the rest of my family seemed a bit stir crazy. However, when we finally arrived at the Wilderness Lodge I was over the moon. I basically had a one girl dance party in the lobby causing the employees to look slightly alarmed. My family looked embarassed but they were all so relieved to have a comfortable place to stay, they just let me live life and dance my heart out. The Wilderness Lodge was unlike any place I had ever been to before. First off, it was ginormous. It was basically a maze I wouldn’t mind getting lost in. As a directionally challenged five year old, it happened quite a bit, but it was okay, because I could just curl up in front of the monstrous fireplace and enjoy the roaring fire. As to be expected, Disney did not slack in its fires. It didn’t slack in the babbling brook behind the lodge or the beautful waterfall or the private beach either. The boat ride to The Magic Kingdom left quite a bit to be desired, though. We didn’t travel all the way to Florida for the boat rides I was reminded.
I would start a new paragraph where I highlighted in green. For me, the magic absolutely existed. All of the characters were what they dressed up as. Talking ducks could most certainly exist at Disney World along with princesses and dwarfs and witches. It all made perfect sense, and I loved it. I got every signature of every character, except Beast’s because his angry expression scared me immensely. I found out about characters I never knew existed and even rode a few kiddie coasters. Cinderella decided I was a princess and I decided she was the coolest person I had ever met. However, ten