I eventually reached LA at the ripe old age of twenty five, on the back of travelling around the UK for three weeks. I’d just hopped in the shuttle bus and we hit the highway, a six lane heading south and it was peak hour on a hazy Friday afternoon. I had never been exposed to a major highway while driving on the left hand side of the road. I recall feeling extremely scared, I just arrived in a new country and here I was, sitting, thinking “Is this all worth it?” while tears welled up in my eyes. We hit Universal Studios on Saturday and shopped on Sunday, Monday was the day – the day I would realise my childhood dream.
I was excited but calm; I had to be able to think, as this day would be etched into my memory forever and ever amen, and I couldn’t afford to do something profoundly stupid that I will have burned into my brain for the rest of my life.
I went on nearly all the rides, but the main reason why I went was to meet someone who has been a significant part of my life since I was three years old – Mickey Mouse. I took my Mickey so he could share the spoils of meeting someone who is a God in my world.
We wowed everyone, I felt like every set of eyes in that room were fixed on me, my best friend and the most famous mouse in the world. It felt so good to see so many people take an interest in a kid from Australia realising a dream. My mother cried when I hugged Mickey, but I just thought to myself ”You did it mate, you realised your dream!”
In the final instalment of this miniseries, I will discuss what the future holds and preview this year’s Disney On Ice.