For my english class, we are writing about a place, but the catch is, it has to be descriptive to the MAX
i of course chose disneyland
this is the rough draft do tomorrow, so it doesnt have to be perfect, but tell me how you think of it
Show Don’t Tell
“Sir, may I please have your ticket?” I stop mumbling to my friends to look at a cheerful woman, maybe in her 60’s wearing a red shirt with black pants. I glance at her name tag sparkling in the sunlight, it says “Janet” and under it says “Class of 1997” and on top has Mickey Mouse. Her face shows her age, but her personality shows the strength of a 20 year old, welcoming me to the happiest place on earth. I hand her my annual pass bursting with color and memories of fun times, and she passes it under the bright crimson laser. A little jingle plays and she politely says “Welcome”. I walk through the cold metal turnstile and the clicking of it seems to be saying “Yep, you’re here”. I walk to the entry garden, as I look at it, my eyes can’t comprehend the colors and designs coming from it, the soft violet, the apparent rose, the distinct lemon. Then all the sudden a loud sound of a man with a very powerful voice informs us “Your attention please. The Disneyland Railroad is making its Main Street stop, All Aboard!” Then out of nowhere comes the whistle of the mysterious train. There was a burst of steam from the train chimney then all of the sudden through the steam is the gold, red, and black shimmering from the train, slowly stopping at the station gloriously. I can easily smell the charcoal heating the water powering the train. The people shuffle in and out, talking to each other about what they did and what they will do. I slowly take my attention away from the old style American train, and see my friends are already starting to go. I walk off while tourists start taking my place for pictures. We mediocrly walk through the faded red brick right tunnel, a little tradition I have. Under the train tracks, and there I see the old style American town. The Smell of Vanilla filling my nose like a dog filling a hole where his bone is buried. That’s when our mediocre walk becomes into an excited fast walk. Looking around at all the buildings, seeing people walk in with a grin, people walking out, looking in their wallet shaking their head, with a bag full of souvenirs in their other hand. I hear a distinct neigh of a horse and I turn around seeing a horse and buggy walking by, I step out the way, watching the family wearing matching red shirts and pants talking hastily planning there day, I think I caught sound of the youngest “Indiana Jones first dad.” We make our way into the middle of the street, and then at the end, we see the sight everyone knows, the crown jewel of any park in the world, Sleeping Beauty’s Castle, the pink and blue paint shimmering in the sun, the golden paint twinkling at you, almost seeming winking, entrancing you. The crowns, 5 of them, for each decade of Disneyland’s existence, almost showing you the magic this place brings. We slowly make our way up the street, rubbing elbows with the people next to us. There are people taking photos, people with udder excitement in their faces. We make it to the end of the street, and then I see the glistening Matterhorn Mountain with its snowy top and people in red Swiss outfits climbing up and down. We walk up the steps to the statue of Walt Disney and Mickey Mouse, holding hands and pointing to the horizon. We all look at each other, knowing that this day is going to be with us forever.
please be good
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