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contagious as they jump up and down, each one just desperate to get the show on the road. I catch a look of disgust wash across Janie’s face before she corrects it with a thin smile. Biting my lip, I try not to laugh and follow Oliver through the turnstile. Janie’s hatred of other children is something that I’ve never been able to understand. It’s almost unbelievable that she’s so smitten with Noah. A smiley assistant with a cart carrying a million balloons pauses in front of us, just long enough for the bright colours to catch Noah’s eye.
‘Balloon!’ He shouts, holding out his hands and kicking his legs like a hungry piglet.
What is it with him and balloons lately?
‘What colour do you want?’ Oliver asks, holding his map under his chin and digging around for his wallet.
‘Blue!’ He shouts, pointing at a red one and giggling manically.
‘This one?’ Not bothering to correct him, Oliver hands over some coins in exchange for a bright red, star shaped balloon.
Tying it around Noah’s wrist before it can float away, I snap a photo on my phone before we continue walking. Enchanting music floods out of the speakers that are cleverly hidden in the trees, creating an air of mystery to the already mystical forest setting. The huge purple archway overhead is adorned in shooting stars, with giant glitter balls that appear to be floating in the air. Feeling a little overwhelmed, I look around at the insane crowds of people and try to work out where we start.
‘I say we start in the Magic Woodland.’ Oliver muses, stepping to the side to let a young family pass.
‘Sounds good to me.’ I let him lead the way and follow behind with Noah.
Not having been to Florida before, I didn’t really know what to expect from Orlando’s famous amusement parks. I had generated up an image of something resembling Alton Towers, but I couldn’t have been more wrong. From looking at the map, it easily covers four thousand acres and to say that it’s all encompassing is an understatement. Think Lap Land crossed with Las Vegas and you’re halfway there. An actor dressed as a popular cartoon character pads along the pavement, causing the crowds of children to scream with pleasure. Desperately jumping up and down, they form an orderly queue (sort of) and pose for pictures with the famous green feline.
Smiling to myself as a tiny blonde girl throws herself into the cat’s arms and squeezes him tightly, I look into the pram and I’m surprised to see that Noah is looking over at the group longingly.
‘Do you want to have your photo taken with the cat?’ I ask, crouching down to his level.
Nodding furiously, he attempts to unbuckle himself and we walk over to join the line of hyper children. Totally engrossed in his map, Oliver doesn’t even notice that we have stopped walking. Letting out a sharp whistle, I wave my arms around to gain his attention and shuffle forward. The sun shines brightly down upon us and I find myself wondering how the staff here walk around in those costumes all day.
‘Do you think they get hot in there?’ I whisper to Janie, who is busy filing her nails beside me. ‘It must be over thirty degrees today.’
‘It’s not as bad as you think…’ Pulling down her sunglasses to get a better look at the fluffy cat, she shrugs her shoulders and returns to her nails.
‘How do you know?’ I ask, getting my camera ready and taking a step forward.
Choosing to completely ignore me, she snatches the map out of Oliver’s hands and gets to work at finding the nearest bar. Realising that it’s our turn I hold Noah’s hand as he totters forward. The cat holds out his arms for a hug and he immediately jumps onto his knee. Watching Noah’s face light up as Oliver snaps away with his camera, I feel my heart swell in my chest.
‘Let’s get one of the entire family.’ An elderly American man holds out his hands for my camera and motions for us to gather around.
Standing next to Oliver, I smooth
‘Balloon!’ He shouts, holding out his hands and kicking his legs like a hungry piglet.
What is it with him and balloons lately?
‘What colour do you want?’ Oliver asks, holding his map under his chin and digging around for his wallet.
‘Blue!’ He shouts, pointing at a red one and giggling manically.
‘This one?’ Not bothering to correct him, Oliver hands over some coins in exchange for a bright red, star shaped balloon.
Tying it around Noah’s wrist before it can float away, I snap a photo on my phone before we continue walking. Enchanting music floods out of the speakers that are cleverly hidden in the trees, creating an air of mystery to the already mystical forest setting. The huge purple archway overhead is adorned in shooting stars, with giant glitter balls that appear to be floating in the air. Feeling a little overwhelmed, I look around at the insane crowds of people and try to work out where we start.
‘I say we start in the Magic Woodland.’ Oliver muses, stepping to the side to let a young family pass.
‘Sounds good to me.’ I let him lead the way and follow behind with Noah.
Not having been to Florida before, I didn’t really know what to expect from Orlando’s famous amusement parks. I had generated up an image of something resembling Alton Towers, but I couldn’t have been more wrong. From looking at the map, it easily covers four thousand acres and to say that it’s all encompassing is an understatement. Think Lap Land crossed with Las Vegas and you’re halfway there. An actor dressed as a popular cartoon character pads along the pavement, causing the crowds of children to scream with pleasure. Desperately jumping up and down, they form an orderly queue (sort of) and pose for pictures with the famous green feline.
Smiling to myself as a tiny blonde girl throws herself into the cat’s arms and squeezes him tightly, I look into the pram and I’m surprised to see that Noah is looking over at the group longingly.
‘Do you want to have your photo taken with the cat?’ I ask, crouching down to his level.
Nodding furiously, he attempts to unbuckle himself and we walk over to join the line of hyper children. Totally engrossed in his map, Oliver doesn’t even notice that we have stopped walking. Letting out a sharp whistle, I wave my arms around to gain his attention and shuffle forward. The sun shines brightly down upon us and I find myself wondering how the staff here walk around in those costumes all day.
‘Do you think they get hot in there?’ I whisper to Janie, who is busy filing her nails beside me. ‘It must be over thirty degrees today.’
‘It’s not as bad as you think…’ Pulling down her sunglasses to get a better look at the fluffy cat, she shrugs her shoulders and returns to her nails.
‘How do you know?’ I ask, getting my camera ready and taking a step forward.
Choosing to completely ignore me, she snatches the map out of Oliver’s hands and gets to work at finding the nearest bar. Realising that it’s our turn I hold Noah’s hand as he totters forward. The cat holds out his arms for a hug and he immediately jumps onto his knee. Watching Noah’s face light up as Oliver snaps away with his camera, I feel my heart swell in my chest.
‘Let’s get one of the entire family.’ An elderly American man holds out his hands for my camera and motions for us to gather around.
Standing next to Oliver, I smooth
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