The ride operator pushed the button, yelled “Clear!” and the ride launched me forward, pulling a giant smile across my face. It was in Disneyland, around 9 PM, and I just had the most spectacular day. The skies were darkening and the park's crowds were leaving, including my family and I. My mind was satisfied and happy, but tired after the long day. Eyes half open, I vaguely followed them, wriggling through the hordes of people compacted together at the front of the park. When BAM, a sudden burst of music pierced my ear. Immediately hooked by the sound, I turned my head and watched as it was accompanied by powerful, brilliant lights that shot into the sky. I couldn’t help but gaze in awe as what seemed like magic filled the park. Then the music softened and the lights dimmed, retreating underneath the crowd. I looked around. My mom and dad were gone. Help. Somebody help me. Please help me. No. Stay away from me. I don’t know you. I don’t know anyone. Those thoughts repeated throughout my mind, telling me I was helpless, that I had lost everything, that I am nothing without my family, not even in the happiest place on earth. The music began again, only this time it added to the chaos. Everything got louder and louder, my hands were shaking, and my eyes were darting around in a panic. Then for a split second, everything felt quiet. In the corner of my eye, I spotted not my parents, but the entrance to my favorite ride. A smile immediately formed on my face, all my joy returning. My legs turned into wheels, speeding so fast I could have powered the blasting music around me. Was I lost? Yes. Did I have no restrictions? YES. And I loved it. I reached the passage to happiness, and went in line, not having the slightest idea how long the line was. Did I care? Nope, all I could think about was roller coaster, roller coaster, roller coaster. I made it to the end of the line and hopped in my seat, grinning in anticipation as the operator launched the coaster. All the fear I once had was replaced with excitement and thrill. After it was over, I started walking to the exit, with my huge smile still stuck on my face. Then I froze, my dad was talking to a staff member in a nearby ride. I could feel nothing but relief as I sprinted straight toward him. With watering eyes, I held on to him as tight as I could. As sweet a feeling that ride gave me, it wouldn’t ever replace how I felt with my family. Loved and safe.