Memories

I believe in going out of your way for other people. When you go out of your way, it means a lot for whomever you are doing it for. You can help them out or just make them happy. Going out of your way is also a good way to strengthen a friendship. I remember a time that this came to mean a lot to me.

I was a very happy two year old. My family and I were at Disney World. I had gotten almost every autograph I wanted, except three. The gang from the Hundred Acre Wood was supposed to be at Epcot, and we were heading right in that direction. All I wanted was an autograph, but instead I got a memory that lasted a lifetime.

My family and I were in the Canada section of Epcot. We listened to the somewhat amusing music that the band managed to produce with a bass and some bagpipes. I sipped my Disney Coca-Cola and adjusted my awesome Tigger and Pooh hat. I walked next to my parents, who were struggling to contain my sister Laura Kate, the eight-month-old pacifier spitter.

I walked over to Laura Kate, who was screaming like a banshee. I put her pacifier in her mouth. She immediately stopped crying. I sighed; still no sight of my honey-consuming idol. I tugged my dad’s sleeve so we could move on to the next “country” in Epcot. He agreed; I think he was sick of the bagpipes, too.

My family and I moved onto the England section of Epcot. I had gotten a lollipop on the way, and I was still trying to eat the whole thing. Still no sign of Pooh. I wanted to run away and find him, but I was too scared to stray ten feet from my parents. My sister shot out her projectile pacifier again and screamed. I licked my lollipop furiously.

Suddenly, I saw Pooh. “Pooh!” I screamed in my high pitched, two-year-old voice. I chased after him, with my parents in hot pursuit. I ran into an empty courtyard, and Pooh turned around just in time for me to hug him. My mom told me to let Pooh go have some honey, but he did a motion as if to say, ‘It’s okay!’ Suddenly, a bunch of other characters stopped and came to see us too.

That day meant a lot to me, and it meant even more to me when I figured out they were just actors. They were people like me who were hungry, and sweaty inside a thirty-pound costume. I still go through my autograph book today. It was nice of them to do that for me. Going out of your way means a lot to whomever you’re doing it for, and sometimes it may end up meaning a lot to you.