A Whole New World

by Tiya

A week ago today, I was no longer twenty-one – I was five.

Tiya M. Photography © 2014

I walked through the gates of Magic Kingdom, where I saw Disney royalty in the flesh. I dined in the Beast’s ballroom and watched Cinderella’s castle light up on a foggy, Floridian, December night. I cried happy tears during the festival of The Lion King for reasons I’m not entirely sure of.

Tiya M. Photography © 2014

At Disney, I can be in Canada and England at the same time. My hair frizzes in the heat and my makeup begins to warm; I feel nor look nothing like Ariel, yet I am still addressed Princess anyway. Belle is ten feet away from me, and Pooh and Tigger brush past me in the crowd outside. My ears sip melodies from my childhood, which make their way around my heart, and spill out from my eyes.

Tiya M. Photography © 2014

Disney is a happy place. It is a magical place.

It really is the happiest place on earth. Anywhere you are, think of the happiest place on earth. Think of some place, or something you cannot imagine there being anything better.

The real Kingdom is better.