When I was twelve, my mom and dad took my brothers and I to a place down south with an amusement park.
It was easily one of the coolest places that I have ever seen.
I didn’t know that it was Disney World at the time, but now that I am an adult, I remember seeing the mouse and all of the creatures and animated puppets everywhere. My parents took us to a hotel close to the park and we stayed there for a week. My parents and I had separate rooms, but they were joined by a door and my parents had access to the door at all times. I honestly thought it was going to be more private, but my parents didn’t trust me, even when I was 12. I absolutely would have snuck out and gone to parties and gotten into trouble, but I was hoping they trusted me more than that. I didn’t have too much fun, especially after the air conditioner in my room stopped working. The air conditioner was making a rattling sound for a full day. I told my mom and dad about the rattling noise, but the air conditioner wasn’t making the same sound that night when we got home from the park. The next night the air conditioner shut off in the middle of the night and there was no cold air coming out of the air vents. I knocked on my parents door to get their attention, but they did not answer. In the morning, my mom opened the door and she was stunned by the warm indoor temperatures. I was doing my best to get some sleep despite the fact that it was almost 85 degrees inside of the room.