California Bound for the Wrong Reason

                Every kid has a dream; dreams are inevitable. Dreams can be about anything and they don’t just have to happen while you are sleeping. To dream is your way to see the world the way you want it to, to feel things you have never felt, and to be the person you want to be. How many people can truly say that they have never dreamt about something? Little to none. Let your dreams come true and visit the places you want to visit, see the things you don’t want to stop looking at, and do the things you never thought you could.

                Ever since I was little, I was obsessed with Disney and every single one of the characters in all of the movies, especially the princesses. However, living in Montana, growing up my parents didn’t have a lot of money. In fact, we never traveled anywhere. Even though we didn’t travel, I never stopped dreaming. My dream of going to Disneyland was opposite of evanescent. I felt so strong about going to Disneyland that my feelings stayed the same when I turned sixteen.  All I could hope for was I would get the chance to. Luckily for me, I got the chance to go in June of 2011.

                Unfortunately, we didn’t get to go as a fun, happy family trip. My parents had close friends, Bob and Sharron, who had helped them with everything and been there for them always. Before my parents got married, they would go on double dates with these wonderful people and have the time of their lives. Sadly enough, Bob was diagnosed with Lou Gehrig’s disease. We had met up with Bob and Sharron in Las Vegas a couple months before because Bob didn’t have much longer to live. This was the worst experience I had ever encountered. I felt so much pain I couldn’t understand how someone could ever go through this. We spent most of the trip talking to Bob and Sharron. However, leaving was the worst part. We had packed up our car and went to say our goodbyes. Bob had started crying and my family started to cry with him. The pain was beyond terrible and only grew worse when we didn’t know if we would see him again. We never got the chance to again. About two months later we got a call from Sharron telling us Bob had passed away and asked if we would come to his funeral in San Diego in June. I had never seen my parents so devastated.

                After hearing this horrible news, my dad decided we would make the most of our trip. We extended it to a week and stayed with Sharron at her house on the beach. After the very well put together funeral, we went back to Sharron’s house. We went to the beach, the mall, little surf shops, and best of all, Disneyland. I have never had so much fun! We went on Pirates of the Caribbean, Tarzan’s tree, Space Mountain, Splash Mountain, Finding Nemo, and many more including seeing all the princesses. This trip was one for the books even though I was incredibly sunburnt and there had been a death.

                In conclusion, Disneyland was my dream and I got to see that and the beach! I was incredibly happy. The worst part was leaving behind a loved one who will never be forgotten. He will always be in our hearts and even though we were visiting, he stayed with us the whole time. This trip meant the world to me and everything worked out.