This is going to be a partly philosophical post.
Last weekend I went to Disney World for the very first time. I have to say it was amazing. I had lunch in China, dinner in France, went to Mars and saw my future, all on Friday. Saturday I visited Cinderella's castle, spun in tea cups, and relived my childhood on Brer Rabbit's splash mountain ride.
I was also a pirate.
At the Magic Kingdom Saturday afternoon we witnessed several parades and one stage show. The characters came out of the castle and began singing and dancing, babbling on about believing that dreams can come true, or something of that nature. Then all the Prince/Princess couples came out and danced, the children on the street danced, the honeymooning/engaged couples danced, and we all defeated Malificent with the power of our dreams. It was truly magical. I know this because there were fireworks.
I was also a pirate.
At the Magic Kingdom Saturday afternoon we witnessed several parades and one stage show. The characters came out of the castle and began singing and dancing, babbling on about believing that dreams can come true, or something of that nature. Then all the Prince/Princess couples came out and danced, the children on the street danced, the honeymooning/engaged couples danced, and we all defeated Malificent with the power of our dreams. It was truly magical. I know this because there were fireworks.
