So, I did it.
I went to DisneyWorld.
And for all of you who want to know, I did all of the Must-Do rides, like:
This one was hilarious to be in–because my sister and I love it–and we were singing along and having a fabulous time, and everyone else was like not having a fun time and if someone were to look at us they would have thought:
Are they on the same ride as everyone else? Because they are the only ones having a good time.
The only reason there were people on with us was because there was a thunderstorm. Actually, this was kind of a crazy ride for me to go, because I got really, really dizzy.
Forgot that it was actually a carousel of sorts that spun us around. It was CRAZY!
Yes, we cruised the jungle–AT NIGHT! It was incredible.
I learned a lot about life in my few hours at the park on an electric wheelchair. I want to write about it, but I can’t tonight because I am tired and it’s A LOT. I hope I don’t have to do it very often (the wheelchair, not the writing), because it was hard for me. It’s just a different experience.
But, luckily, I had rented “Jazzy” the power chair. So, it was a lot more fun than the normal carts that people are usually on. Jazzy could come with us to lots of places, and he was smooth, let me tell you!
I even had MY lever on the left-hand side because I am left-handed. It was awesome.
And I really did feel hip and trendy, and a few people I talked with agreed that it was much more hip and trendy than the cumbersome scooters with their baskets and all that.
Not that I am trying to be a snob or anything.
Also, I learned how to do 360s.
I only ran over my sister’s foot three times in two days.
I love my sister. She is amazing. She said it was not a big deal, because she is kind that way.
(I did give her a foot massage the first night as penance…probably wasn’t enough, though.)
It was truly magical, and I am not making that up.
The only part that was hard was sitting in front of the Swiss Family Robinson treehouse and not being able to climb the steps to see it.
I really wanted to see it.
I admit that I cried.
But, I had Jazzy, and I got to go on a Jungle Cruise, and a camel spit on me, and I even got a glimpse of Mr. Smee, so it was alright in the end.
And I learned so much.
And I prayed to see that place through my sister’s eyes.
And I prayed to learn something from the experience of going in a motorized wheelchair.
And I prayed that I would be able to have fun and understand why.
And I realized that things are changing for me in ways that I could never have anticipated and I realize that I have been wrong about a lot of things and more right than I knew on so many others.
I have so much to tell you, dear readers! I like to think Joy was with me, knowing that it’s her day coming up here on Friday. (It will be five years since she went home on the 5th of July.)
So, when you are done celebrating and you maybe are enjoying some quiet time over the weekend–maybe you can stop by and grab some leftover pie and read about what I learned from my weekend at the Magic Kingdom.
I think it’s worth celebrating!
Until then, goodnight, beautiful world!