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Tiffany Alfonso
Chapter One
The day before what sparked my vacation plans, America was in a state of
consolation because of a death of a former President, an actor, and a gallant
fellow. Ronald Wilson Reagan, our fortieth President, fits all the descriptions
very well indeed. As I heard this appalling type of bad news, the words had the
urge to drip out of my tongue: Ronald Regan has died Ronald Regan has died. I knew it
was emotional, but combined with Alzheimer's, and he lived a sufficient life of
93 years. According to my religious beliefs, I almost heard Our Creator calling
him home to His kingdom, and that was His will, too. On the lighter side
however, there was something emerging out of the tragedy of a great leader.
That night after this poignant day for America, I had an outlandish, but
blissful dream about a theme park that looks like EPCOT, but it was much
unusual. Disney characters greeted many tourists and students alike in a
pavilion of metal, so I decided to have them sign something. There is one
predicament, though, so I asked all my friends from eighth grade for a notebook.
Instead, I obtained a flyer from the monorail entrance for them to sign and the
lines are amazingly short when I returned to the metal pavilion. I saw some
fairies who were outside from the Disney corporate but they left the very spot
where they usually greet guests. I wondered how did those characters from a
particular company greet masses of tourists from Florida and abroad.
A fish greeted me and as I said hello to him, he asked me to dance in a bubbly
voice, typical of theme park characters. As we danced, I heard someone coming
and the whole floor began to turn into goo. It was his evil stepfather coming to
get him and the fish warned me to avoid the gooey pigsty because it was
blistering. After they left with unhappy faces, I picked up a clump of goo the
size of a Ping-Pong ball but it felt warm. As I picked up the rest of it, it
suddenly vanished just to prepare the pavilion for another character. It was,
like the fish and the fairies, foreign to the Disney Company and it looked
almost like something out of Sesame Street. She was like the fish, but in the
end, the ground was solid, not gooey. I felt disappointed because there was not
a signature on the back of the flyer and none of the characters that were
usually seen in Disney theme parks worldwide came to greet me.
After all the greetings and the back of the flyer bare, I went to a section of
the so-called "partial EPCOT" that looks like 6 out of 11 pavilions of World
Showcase was missing. Seeing all of them coming to a standstill, the Disney
characters stood before some entertainers dressed as monarchs. After an hour of
stillness, all the pavilions were dressed in snow as white as the T-shirt I wore
in this outwardly eccentric theme park. Approaching my bench was a horde of
Disney characters with entertainers fully clad in their holiday garb and the
band played "We Wish You a Merry Christmas" as they and the holiday floats filed
by thousands of spectators witnessing this stately event. I thought someday the
real EPCOT would host such a stunning parade during the holidays because the
only parade they have omits floats. I wondered how did it snow in Florida and
how did the Yuletide season turn up so early. Someone beckoned me to a British
shop and some miniature puppets appeared all over the place. One quoted the last
verse of the most famous poem "The Night before Christmas" until I awaken to
write down this dream, which sparked my inspiration to start planning my
vacation package of a resort profoundly devoted to all areas of the arts.
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