Disney Doesn't Always Provide The Tastiest Of Treats.

When looking back into my childhood, the first thing I can recall is sitting in a dark arena, watching ice skaters dressed in Disney costumes speed along the ice as if they were flying. The smell of cotton candy and popcorn mixed with the anticipation of the night had my stomach bursting with butterflies, and as I sat in the green, cushiony seat I couldn't help but bounce and smile. That's when I saw him. The tall, skinny boy was walking up the many steps -- and in his arms was the perfect treat to make my night. Hundreds of snow cones colored in red, white, and blue caught my eyes so that I couldn't resist looking away. I wanted to have one. I needed to have one. A patriotic snow cone in a Disney On Ice cup was the only way my night would be fulfilled. My mouth had become parched and only a Disney On Ice snow cone could quench my thirst.

I finally tore my eyes off of the icy gift from God and immeadiately began to beg my mom. It took me a long time of harassment and puppy-dog-eyes until she finally flagged down the boy who carried my dream. I was grinning from ear to ear in delight. However, I do remember that the cup was incredibly expensive, and I felt a twang of guilt for making my mom pay that much. This feeling soon vanished when the cup was sitting in my hands, begging me to eat it up. I lifted the slab of wood that came with my snow cone, (it seems that they only give you the slab of wood spoons for occasions like ice shows and circuses,) and immediately dug in.

What I thought would be an ambrosia of taste was more a mixture of soap and Lysol. In disgust I spat everywhere, and turned to look at my mom. There was a look on her face that I had never seen before. She looked dissapointed in me for the first time in my short life. She had wanted to fulfill my dream, and once she did, the outcome was not what either one of us had expected. I don't remember anything that occurred during the ice show, but I will never forget about the snow cone incident. To this day I still apologize to my mom about it from time to time, and I know that I will never forget what happened on the night of the ice show.