A Lady Screaming and A Confused Kid at Disneyland LA
You know what happens when you let yourself enter a theme park. You would be screaming when you ride those dare-devil rides. If they are not dare-devil, what's the use of building these monstrous structures? Watching soap operas at home would be much more entertaining.
That is why when I visited Disneyland at Anaheim, California for the first time (I went there twice), I was feeling an uncomfortable excitement. While I was captivated by the grand scenery of fantasy, being a princess or a superhero for a day I gasped whenever a ride was described with "quick turns and sudden drops".
I put up myself with this. I can't back down anymore. Entering the world of dreams and fantasy in my lifetime had long been a childhood dream. At the moment that I already got it, I did not feel great. I was scared. I realized that being a princess or a superhero in these imaginative world was strange and dangerous. What I grew up watching was actually a horror movie. Who would not be scared when you are inside a dungeon, being chased by dragons or on board a train with nearly collapsing railroad?
Although you know that you would be safe and fine the entire ride, just the thought of "what if this is real?" gets into your mind. You at least get to feel what those characters went through in there adventures.
And guess what I felt? I made a laughing stock out of myself.
I am that person who screams out instead of letting it churn inside my stomach. Otherwise, it will come out in other means or in other forms. So screaming was the best option.
Glad to say that I went through it fine (although a bit silly and kind of sissy). But the kid in front of me was a complete contrast to my reaction. Poor kid! His mom even had to coax him from this scandalous situation.
