The day was Cinco de Mayo, and what better way to celebrate than in Mexico. Well not the country Mexico, the Mexico part of Epcot in Disney World. My family and I were currently in Orlando Florida with my friend Megan and her mom. The parents had been planning this day for weeks. They would stop at every country to get a drink to celebrate, which was fun for them, but for the kids there was not a lot. No rides, no games, no excitement. But we let them have their day. How bad could it be? I thought.

We pulled our silver mini van into a tight parking spot and all piled out of the car; Megan, Taylor and I all matching in our pink ruffled shirts with our blue denim jean shorts. I hobbled to the back of the car to get my wheelchair. I had just had surgery on my foot from tearing the ligaments in it. It sucked not being able to walk, but we got to the front of all the lines with my wheelchair, so that was a bonus. Megan wheeled me to the front entrance and we scanned our passes to get in.

“Let's go! Let's go! Let's go!” After a week of this coming out of the kid’s mouths, it was the adults turn. The smell of flowers crept up my nose as we walked in, my eyes overwhelmed with the bright flowers of every color. Pink, purple and peach petals were formed to look like Minnie Mouse. A smile appeared on my face, realizing you couldn't actually be sad at Disney World. It truly was the happiest place on earth! We smiled for a picture, everyone babbling

“Cheeseee!”

We made our way to the countries, stopping occasionally to take pictures with disney characters. Our first stop was Mexico of course, the parents suddenly turning into little kids on Christmas morning. The adults got their drinks and the kids got strawberry daiquiris, which the parents insisted we also get something in every country.
“Happy Cinco de Mayo!” Everyone cheered as we clinked our drinks together before taking a sip. The sweet strawberry flavor slipped down my throat, a refreshing taste I needed on that hot day. We all gulped down our drinks rather fast and parted for our next destination, Norway.

My phone read 7:30 and the sun was starting to set. The lake in the middle of the countries started tuning orange as the sun hit it. The kids would have been exhausted if not for all the candy and ice cream we got out of the parents at each stop. Little caramels in Norway, funnel cakes in Germany and gelato in Italy. The sugar sent energy through my body, my stomach telling me it was full. And I almost listened to it, but the wonderful warm vanilla smell coming out of the bakery in France pulled me in.

After France, we had two more countries to go, United Kingdom and Canada. We explored our options of sweets and decided on ice cream.

“You guys go pick out your flavors then meet us in the UK,” My dad agreed as he gave us each five dollars. Megan pushed me into the ice cream shop, crashing into the door a few times before making it in. It sounded like a bull in a China shop because it was dead silent before we had come. We all received our ice cream- flavors of cake batter, chocolate and caramel- then paid the man, apologizing for our craziness.

“I swear if we don’t find a bathroom in the next five minutes I will explode,” I yelled at Megan. We were on our way to find our parents in the UK, but things were about to go downhill.

“Lex, call my mom and ask where they are, I’m driving.” Megan said, referring to pushing my wheelchair.

“Here we go!” Megan shouted like Peter Pan. She started speeding past people, following my directions of hurrying to a bathroom. I still had my purple spoon from my ice cream resting in my mouth while I tried to get a hold of Mrs. Bryer. On the third ring she picked up, but just as she had, Megan ran over someone's foot with my wheelchairs, causing us all to laugh and the purple spoon to fly out of my mouth. We were all laughing uncontrollably and obnoxiously now, and my pee was going to come out any minute. Our energy was out of control, causing stares from everyone around us, probably wondering who had raised us, but we didn't care. We finally found the restaurant where the parents were and rushed inside. I ended up hopping all the way to the bathrooms because Megan couldn’t fit the wheelchair through the door. All of this hopping around and dropping spoons was making me tired!

We made it to our last stop, Canada, all laughing as we told the parents about our experience in France. The kids decided we were too full to get anymore treats, but the parents went and stood in line for the last time for their last drink. There was playing music and Taylor decides to start dancing; quite bad, I must add. People start taking out their phones to videotape her awful dancing, and Megan and I do the same, capturing this moment on my IPhone. The music was blasting through my ears, almost too loud to hear the laughter of myself and everyone surrounding me.

The sun was now like my energy, gone. The ride home I fought to keep my eyes open, laughing here and there as we all talked about our favorite parts of the day. I’m so lucky to have these people in my life, I thought, and I need to let them know that.

“I love you guys,” I whisper before my eyes finally shut, seeing only the dark.