Photos I Took at Disney World

When I was four years old I went to Disney World, Florida. It was a very exciting time for me. I discovered Froot Loops and thought they were phenomenal. I obtained and adored a small Goofy cuddly toy, which came everywhere with me. I saw Woody Toy Story in the flesh.

Oh my God. It's Buzz.

But arguably, the most pleasurable aspect of this trip was the chunky kid's camera I was given to document it with. One beautiful roll of film was my domain. I was ecstatic to record the world as I saw it, to express my gorgeous vision. And I did.

We went to Sea World, too, which was quite spectacular. Free Willy had been a big film, still on the minds of many, and dolphins and killer whales seemed exceptionally cool. And then, of course, there were the seals, the wizened characters of the sea. Beautiful wet boys. Much to be seen.

The Mickey blobs approach.

Between these enticing, graceful animals and the jubilant Disney World parades, the sheer height of sensory madness was a delight and a thrill to little me. I was, of course, too small to go on most rides. But there was that Dumbo elephant ride that rose gently into the air and wooshed forward in an acceptable way.

My beloved Goofy.

The most beautiful thing of all though, the major focus of my purest beam of love, was Goofy. My little Goofy toy was pretty much in my hands the whole time. I loved him so. When I look at this picture of him now, I still feel an intense love. Like, presumably, a mother's love for her perfect child. The strength of feeling it's possible for a young child to have for a toy is almost frightening. But, I mean... it's Goofy.

You can see, clearly, that I had an immense creative eye even though I was just recently out of the womb. But so would any child exposed to Goofy and the killer whales of the sea. It's just natural.