Day 8 –
I am in a row-boat of sorts, but I am not the one rowing. I am three years old, and this is all astounding. On either side of us are two huge ships. I stare up at the sails and am awestruck. Then, suddenly, the one on the left sends a cannon soaring toward the other. A counterattack ensues. I have never been so thrilled!
No – I’m not in any danger. I’m in Disney World. On the Pirates of the Caribbean ride, to be exact. It is my first trip, and I am loving it. This ride is the highlight for me. All these rogues singin’ and drinkin’ – it cracks me up and gets me so excited. Yo ho, yo ho, a pirate’s life for me.
Day 9 –
It’s probably my love of the Pirates of the Caribbean ride that led to this. I am about to do some serious battle. I’m a pirate armed with a “sword” (a stick of bamboo stuck inside a pool noodle). I’m wearing my skull and crossbones scarf in my hair, and my pirate coat is flapping in the breeze.
The college my cousin attends has a tradition in the spring known as Peter Pan Day. Everyone gets dressed up and goes to battle as characters of Neverland. I have been invited by Smee to join with the pirates this year. The Lost Boys may have shaken-up soda bottles to fire at us but we have gumption and a pretty awesome ship made of bamboo. It’s on.