A Magical Experience

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One of the saddest days to my family and me was when my grandpa died. We all knew his death was coming soon by the look on his old dry eyes. He was 92 years old, around 6’2”, and was extremely skinny. Although he was so old, he would still come with the family whenever we went on vacations. We used to visit Disneyland a lot, and my grandpa seemed to enjoy it the most because he would feel like a child again. When his time came, everything changed. My house became dull and quite and there seemed to be nothing to do anymore. My parents decided to take us all to Disneyland in order to honor my grandpa and cheer us up a little. It was then when I realized that Disneyland was a symbol of letting go and being happy. As I entered the park, I saw sparkles, fairy dust, castles, princes and princesses, and magical moments. The plum colored entrance decorated with a number of colorful, plump balloons had cursive letters that spelled out Disneyland. When I looked at the magical land from the entrance, millions of things caught my eye which made me both anxious yet unbearably excited. It was nearly impossible to focus my attention to one simple thing. People are what first caught my attention- all so different, yet at the same time, so alike. Each person had a smile, a glow, filled with an evident carefree nature that created the special feeling felt within the enchanting land. If only my grandpa could have been there with me just like the old times. I would always hold his crispy dry hands while my eyes were wide-open trying to grasp everything Disneyland had to offer. I held my dad’s hand as a replacement, but it just wasn’t the same. My dad’s hands were too bulky and strong while my grandpa’s hands were thin and weak. But I realized that I had to let go of my grandpa’s hand sooner or later, and when I did, I grabbed my dad’s hands tighter. I took a few steps forward and

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