About six years ago, my family and I went to Disneyland. To me it was heaven. But for Hazel…not so much.

I remember riding the tower of terror, and splash mountain.

This is me on the tower of terror in all of my terrified glory:

And on splash mountain:

Like I said, I loved Disneyland. I would live there if I could and to this day I remember the headboard on the bed at the Disneyland hotel. Hazel and I thought it was the most fascinating thing in the world: A light-up picture of Disneyland!

As much as I loved the characters, Hazel hated them. I would go up to each and every character and hug all of them, whereas this was Hazel’s reaction to not just the characters but almost everything else:

These are the photos of my infinite amount of love for the characters that, now, when I look back at them, might just haunt my nightmares.

Eventually, Hazel found out that the Merry-go-round (or Carousel if any of you are picky) was barely slow enough but bearable, so she and my mom went round and round. She also had a passion for Autopia and Hazel and my mom, who made a pretty good team, bumped around on the tracks for hours on end

That about sums up my trip to Disneyland. I hope you had as much fun reading this post as I had writing it!

-Grace