Imagine yourself in a fantasy world where the fantasy
comes alive at the turn of every corner.
That was my first impression of walking through the opening gates of
Walt Disney World, Main Street, USA, where all the colorful characters and
animated scenery come to life. 
The
sounds of tinkling laughter coming from the little children hold tightly to
their mother’s hands, and the faces pick with excitement waiting for the Disney
characters to appear from what seemed out of nowhere. In the background I heard the thunderous
sounds of a train riding its rails towards the station. I was one of those happy faced children as I
walked quickly down the street towards the music that seems to float on the air
from every crook and crevice. In front of me I encountered Cinderella’s stately castle. It’s pink and blues hues on the man-made stone of the castle blended it perfectly into the surrounding scenery. The beautiful castle was glittering in the sunlight and throwing shadows onto the hordes of people below waiting for the regal princess to show herself to the throngs of people anxiously awaiting her arrival.
The anxiously awaited moment came when she
seemed to float onto the log hewn drawbridge in all her regal glory. She was a beautiful sight in her baby blue
gown covered with the tiniest of sequins and most precious of pearls lining the
square cut bodice of the gown. Golden
rings of curls were hanging from beneath her crown. The crown made of what looked like gold, was
intricately cut like a precious diamond.
Each steeple peak ended with a small dainty star, oh how enchanting she
was. As she moved forward her movements
were so very soft, like she was walking on a white cloud made of the softest,
satiny material. Watching her gave me chills up and down
my spine and when it seemed like she was looking directly at me I could feel
the gentle fluttering of butterflies in my stomach and the rosy color and
warmth rush to my cheeks. As she began
to speak to the enormous crowd that was gathered before her, there came a
sudden, complete hush to the crowd.
Cinderella’s skin was like fine porcelain kilned to perfection. My
eyes were riveted on her; I could not draw my eyes from this vision of
loveliness. I was mesmerized waiting for
her to speak; not knowing her voice would be like hearing angels singing in the
choir at Christmas. It was a melodious
voice that brought calmness from within and caused a riveting of all eyes on
her. As she raised her white gloved, graceful
hand into the air, she waved towards the
hushed crowd. 