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Even at night.
These are truly the happiest places on earth.
I remember when I first went to Disneyworld. I cried because I was frustrated and I was sad because I didn't get a cool hat. However, I also remember watching the fireworks, eating candy apples, cotton candy, eccentric chocolates, spraying that possibly that touristy disneyworld contraption that has a fan and a water compartment attatched to it because it was so cotdamn hot. The show on the water with light tricks and people in costumes having to entertain everyday and me on my dads shoulders.
Even now (last year when I went to Cali), I still love this place. I got my first ear hat and I treasure it SO much!!! I got to explore with my cousins, and just marvel at the fact that everywhere I looked, I felt like I WAS  disney princess, all I need is that dress. I always imagine myself as a princess. Is that arrogant of me? Probably... Haha, but I take comfort in the fact that everytime I would look around, I would be in a fairy tale. Those frustrating "FAMILY "moments when plans get mixed up, or kids start crying because they don't know what they want or don't have it, or can't have it are honestly put to the side. I don't know why I'm writing this, but I really want to go back. Even just for a day. :)

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