Disney Land (2009)

wrote on: April 16, 2009

Disney Land

I enjoyed that place so much when I was little. I believe I was at least six years old, and the visual images that impacted my mind that day, was something that I’d certainly never forget.

My mother was smiling a lot that day too. Her thin lips curled in a fresh warm smile. My father laughed and grinned, showing his dimples that I inherited, along with my cheery giggles from sitting atop of his shoulders with my candy in one hand and the other pulling his ear playfully.

My purple Mickey Mouse hat was twisted to the side, so only one of my bright blue eyes peeked out from the shade that the hat created. I was so happy to see Mickey Mouse walking down the street along with Miney and Donald duck. It was so exciting!

I, my mother, and father were all in line for a roller coaster ride, one that I had picked that day, and were ready to rock! I was so happy I was hopping in place, jumping on one foot to the other, and I remember saying, “When we gunna get on mumma?!”

My mother only smiled down and said, “Soon Wubby, we have to wait.”

Wubby, or wub, is a family nickname I’m called, it’s origins on how it was formed is still unknown. My speaking pattern was also very awkward, and I didn’t know how to say a lot of words. I spoke my own language. Mom said, that one day when my godmother Carrie took me to a grocery store, I was talking in my “baby” talk (mind you I’m six or seven) and some lady thought I was speaking Korean!

Anyways,

I looked over at the tall building next to the ride, (I think it may have been the hotels) and I saw a man cleaning the windows.

I saw him bending down, and his hat fell off his head, and when he tried to grab it.

He slipped, and he was trying to grab a hold of the edge of the wooded floor that was connected by two chains, but even he couldn’t pull himself up, and his fingers couldn’t grasp on any longer.

He fell.

And he screamed while falling all the way down to the bottom.

I was in shock. I couldn’t speak to warn anyone, not like I really had to since he was screaming bloody murder.

SMACK!

A sickening, bone popping noise hit the hard pavement of the road. I even saw the hat, flipping in the wind of the air, fall in front of the hotel rooms.

Blood seemed to have immediately exploded out of the man and flowed out of the skull down the pavement in a deep crimson color, and his arms were in the wrong positions. They may have been out of socket.

One of his bones in his leg was piercing out of his skin, blood gushing out of that wound. His eyes were wide, and blood trickled down his cheek.

And all I did was stand there. I don’t even remember what exactly I did, maybe I screamed, maybe I passed out, or maybe I tried to run over to help him.

It was so real it looked fake, like something you’d see from a movie and laugh at, until it actually happens.

Whatever I did, my father quickly twisted me around so I couldn’t see anymore.

And I remember no more of Disney Land.