As I approach the lengthy line to enter the gates, I see children running around with Mickey Mouse ears on, mothers looking after her children, and fathers who are uninterested. The chime that rings as the turnstile turns with a feeling of excitement. The first thing to see is an enormous Mickey Mouse head made out of beautiful flowers on the grass area in the back of the train station. Walking through the dim tunnel, a new world awaits. Through the wide road of Main Street stands two tall buildings that face each other, and in the two buildings there are stores, one including the Candy Palace. As I walk pass the store, it smells like vanilla. Looking straight ahead there is the beautiful, vast, pink and blue Cinderella Castle. A horse pulls visitors in a trolley, its horseshoe clanking on the road with each step it takes, coming through with a honk. Workers stand around grasping onto an enormous bouquet of balloons, which are bright and colorful. I see people taking pictures in front of the castle, children running around, and families eating. Walking through the Hundred Acre Woods, I see a tall Tigger. Children are squealing waiting in line to meet the character. Metal chains form the lines; people are swinging it, shaking it, all of which fills the atmosphere and all you hear is rattling. Approaching the character, I hug it and feel its plush fur against my arms and face, seeming warm and cuddly. People shoving buttery popcorn, turkey legs, and churros down their throat makes me hungry. Salty turkey legs and cinnamon churros fill my nostrils. At the churro stand, the smell of cinnamon permeates the atmosphere. The worker smiles as I receive my churro. I cannot help but devour the churro, warm and crunchy as my mouth waters. I drink the invigorating soda to wash it down, and the day is blistering. Sitting down to see the parade, dancers are merry, waving at those around them. Big smiles set the mood for this time. Colossal floats partake in this parade making the mouths of children full with smile as they hop up and down. Visitors sit all around while snapping pictures of the characters gallivant around the park. The warmth of the sun makes me hot and sweaty, but the cool breeze from the wind feels good once in a while. So I go for a ride on Splash Mountain. The seat is a model of a log and is designed to hold five people. Advancing to the seat, I feel my pants absorb the water from the previous ride; the handles are cold and slippery. The log begins forward and adrenaline is pumping through my body and my heart is racing. Vibrant colors all over the area, not knowing what is best to look at. The seat is going uphill, making me anxious. All of a sudden, the seat plummets and my body rises from the seat with a ticklish feeling in my stomach. The drop ends and the freezing water at the bottom sprays on the riders, becoming drenched. At night, gigantic fireworks light up the night sky. I sit with my family as we watch the gaudy fireworks in the air. The bright colors shoot over the castle and Tinker Bell comes flying out. She flies over the castle, posing with the fireworks behind her. Everyone sits around quiet, with their families as they gaze into the sky. It is a time for everyone to come together, and in the end, the only people there for you at the end of the day is your family. This place is the happiest place in the world.