As the car door slammed behind me the five year old inside me was jumping out, bouncing around in happiness at the thought of meeting his favourite television character.
This excitement had to be kept within as I, along with many other five year olds had to withstand even more torturous waiting and travelling before we reached our destination.
Along the great, Disney sized escalator I walked, gazing at Disney film posters, splattered all over the walls showcasing the many years of successful filmmaking, into which I was going to be submerged into very soon.
I couldn’t wait for this snail paced escalator to take me there, so with my impatience spurring me onwards I hurried along the in an attempt to get there first past the other kids to the vastly awesome theme park which awaited me.
My childish qualities were taking over, my impatience and selfishness kidnapping my thoughts and seducing me into getting where the juvenile fun was ASAP!
Finally the end of the seemingly endless escalator was nearing my toes.
Off the long long torture device I hopped, back on solid Disney ground again, towards the breath taking golden sparkly gates of Disney I skipped, forgetting previous problems or dilemmas.
As I grew nearer to the gates, I looked around and could feel the excitement in this energy hot spot, Disney seemed to me like the meeting point of fun!
To my right, amongst the perfectly trimmed, faultless shapes of the grand green trees, boldly stood a royal statue of Walt Disney with his most famous creation Mickey Mouse.
The two superstars looked on at their park, wide eyed staring at the thousands flocking into their playground and workplace, watching on as the people buzzed around like bees entering the hive.
Now came the moment I had been anticipating since leaving England’s white cliffs, what I had been waiting to do since I knew of this magical place years back.
In the line I stood, official Walt Disney land ticket in hand waiting to be allowed access to memories soon to be made.
Now finally the vast queue became shorter as I neared the turn style to enjoyment.
The six foot five year old in front of me clicked through the turn style, leaving it open for me.
No sooner had I inserted my ticket it popped back out, access granted.
I didn’t notice the turn style ticking as I bustled through it.
In front of a vast building with MGM studios plastered all over I now stood, gazing up at its awesome size as it beckoned me inwards to its pleasure.
I looked around this small square in which I now stood, noticing yet another statue of Mickey Mouse, this particular one showed him amongst brooms and buckets, obviously a scene from just one of the masses of Disney classics.
To my surprise but great happiness I saw to my right a tall orangey coloured dog, I had come to know well, as Pluto.
Pluto was crowded with people of all nationalities, all recognising this animal and all loving him.
My first impressions of Walt Disney land in Paris were ones of greatness and Disney-scale brilliance.
Personal and National differences were put aside inside this magical, neutral worlds of Disney where the local language was neither French nor English but the smiles and laughter of Disneyish.
