Childhood memories cloud her mind.  Butterflies hatch and flutter around in her stomach.  What would this day bring?

Romance.

Fantasy.

Beauty.

Exhilaration.

Adventure.

She follows the hundreds of strangers shuffling through the turnstiles.  She thinks she remembers smiling at the attendant, but she doesn't know for sure.  It isn't hard for her to lose herself in it all.  She can't help but give in to the euphoria that overtakes her as she walks down Main Street.  

Her eyes wander.  They bypass all of the smiling faces until they catch glimpse of something so breathtaking, so surreal, so remarkable that she has to stop moving.  Others continue on, passing her, brushing against her as they make their way forward.  She vaguely recognizes the sweet smells wafting from the bakery to her right, and she thinks she hears music playing from the speaker behind her. But neither move her.  Her feet are planted and her gaze is locked.  There it is.  Cinderella's Castle.  The royal flags wave in the wind as she studies it in awe.  Perfectly laid bricks separated by expertly carved windows.  Her attention settles on the highest window at the very top of the castle.  She wonders what it would be like to look out from that window.  What would she see?  How would it feel to be on top of the world?

A squeeze on her left hand startles her back to reality.  How had she forgotten he was there with her?  She turns and looks at him.  His eager eyes smile at her and nudge her forward.  She takes a deep breath and then exhales.   As they rejoin the moving crowd, she squeezes his hand back and whispers,
"I love this place."