Magic Kingdom, Disney World, said to be the most magical place in the world. Well it may be for some but not every girl that enters those gates feels like a princess. My Magic Kingdom experience was like none other. I felt the judgmental eyes of many others throughout my trip. Why? Simply because I was in a wheel chair.
My day started off in front of the castle, enjoying a princess skit with my little sister and the rest of my family. Afterwards we decided it was best to split up for a bit because my brother wanted to go on some rides. My mom pushed my wheel chair while my sister held my hand.
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We searched for numerous princesses for my sister to meet successful meeting a handful. Midafternoon we headed to the front of the park so she could meet more. The building we arrived at had no wheel chair ramp therefore I volunteered to wait outside. Time ticked away slower than molasses. A girl with wheat colored skin and golden should length hair approached me. She wore a white dress; the girl looked eight years old. “Why are you in a wheel chair?” she asked boldly. “I have been sick and have trouble walking,” I carefully tried to explain. “Your legs look fine to me,” she replied. “Well sometimes they stop working,” I answered cautiously. She didn’t look completely satisfied with the answer but settled with it. “How do you get around,” she questioned. “Either my mom pushed me or I roll the wheels,” I replied showing her. “I could push you,” she replied eagerly. “That’s all right, you don’t have too,” I said. She stayed a little longer then ran off.
Nearly twenty minutes had passed sense my mother and sister had gone in. I texted my dad to find out where he was, he replied that he was in tomorrow land with my brother. I knew exactly where that was, I felt bored and extremely lonely. Without giving it much thought I unlocked my wheel chair and began wheeling a crossed the sides walk. I am eight teen I should be able to handled getting from point a to point b with no problem, right? Wrong! I hit my first road block to my distention in only a few feet. My wheels began to go the opposite way that I wanted them to. I was in a tunnel trying my hardest to regain control. After a short tug a war with my wheel chair I gained victory. Shortly after coming out of the tunnel a parade started in the streets. Loud noises surrounded the park. I had nearly reached tomorrow land when my mind went blank I couldn’t remember where I was going. Desperately I called my dad, no answer. I wheeled up a steep ramp and crossed over into a restaurant. Seeing two employees I stumbled over words trying to ask for directions towards the ride my dad was on with my brother. They tried their best to give me directions and allowed me to cut through the restaurant. Filled with confusion and frustration I pulled my wheel chair over to the side and dialed my dad’s number again. With shaky words I began to explain that I was near a bridge a crossed from the castle and in front of a restaurant. Within minutes my dad came into sight.
Though I deeply regret leaving my mom and going off on my own, I learned a valuable lesson. I learned for the time being I am not as independent as I once was.
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