I was feeling in the mood to talk about my vacations to some strangers.
This December has been really fun. I needed fun. On the first days I went to Florida. Spend some days at Miami, three days in Orlando and other visiting some small cities around.
I went to Disneyland at the age of 3. I don’t remember anything and it sucked. It always sucked since what’s the really meaning of it? What’s the point of being in some place when you can’t remember? It doesn’t count and it isn’t worth telling. So when I was told that we were going to Disney World my interior child jumped. I felt like I carry little me and jumped with her. I had something I owe me and I finally could amend that.
I also went to Universal Studios, and my teenage me was happy to: HARRY’S FRIGGIN POTTER’S WIZARDING WORLD. I was so happy, those inner mes was so happy. But old me couldn’t catch up. And I’m scared. Why I can’t feel that joy, that excitement again?
Where can I get that? What can make me feel that way again?
One thing that hit me was that I never saw a kid running of happiness. I would run of happiness if I were their age. I just saw kids walking and parents yelling at their children.
I would run and laugh since I wouldn’t know where am I going. Not knowing what I’m gonna look, what I’m gonna do… all I know was that I have to keep running to see something and it would be awesome.
