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  • Essay / My second home - 585

    Upon arrival, I waited impatiently in line waiting for my turn. The excitement filling my body, the people all around me and the happy music ringing in my ears. The closer my body got to the front, the more my butterflies fluttered in my stomach. As a day of new experiences was about to begin, I took out my camera and started creating memories with just one click. Once it was finally my turn to enter, the man at the ticket booth grabbed my pass, scanned it, and said, “Welcome to Disneyland!” Once I heard the magical “swoosh” sound coming from the ticket booth, I rushed into the park. My friends follow me, just as enthusiastic and delighted as I am. Disneyland, my second home, is the place that has occupied my life for the past three years. Even though I go every other month, it always creates new and wonderful memories every time I go. During my first steps of the day in the park, my eyes wandered over all the happiness around me. From young to old, people were dressed in Mickey ears, Disney merchandise and even dressed up as their favorite princess. Laughter mixed with...