Okay after everyone’s… horrible reviews of Petco(thank you for saving me from that one!) I figured out my local library is hiring so wish me luck on this one. This would be *chefs kiss* for my future
In my english class I had to write an essay about a picture and five memories attatched to it starting each sentence with “I remember” so I decided to write about when I went to Pandora. I managed to write this in an hour and I actually like how it turned out.
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I remember the feeling of the morning sun as I raced with my cousins through thick crowds, hearing their excited but worried voices as I took lead, my younger cousin’s voice being the closest to me. I remember the feeling of excitement that filled me as I crossed the mossy stone bridge to Pandora, briefly seeing the sign that welcomed visitors to the valley of Mo’ara. I remember smelling the air and realizing how different it was from the rest of the park, how it somehow made me forget I was even in a Disney park. I remember wanting to cry when seeing the floating mountains for the first time, seeing just how big they were and how small they made me feel. I remember being overwhelmed with nostalgia when seeing the dozens upon dozens of alien plants, recognizing many from the movie while seeing many others for the first time. I remember hearing animal calls instead of music, yet another thing that made everything feel more real, even if only for a second.
I remember waiting in the queue for Flight of Passage, loving every minuscule detail I saw, from the weathered stone and vines on the undersides of the mountains, to the cave paintings of Toruk and the Na’vi, to the abandoned and nature reclaimed look of the human base. I remember taking pictures of everything I saw in the lab themed area, forcing my mother to listen to me as I pointed out the giant ikran skull in the corner, to the notes, charts, and plant sample props in the center of the room. I remember seeing the life size avatar animatronic for the first time and melting on the inside from excitement, telling my family everything I knew about it while being amazed about how it moved and twitched while being fully submerged in water. I remember seeing the giant mural of a na’vi riding an ikran and being amazed by it, and getting more excited about what was to come during the ride itself. I remember riding Flight of Passage for the first time, and practically yelling about everything I saw and smelt and how real it felt afterwards with my cousins and mother.
I remember riding Na’vi river Journey for the first time, and having my phone ready to take pictures of everything. I remember talking about the amount of weaving and detail work about the rides queue and wanting to know just how long it took to make. I remember the smell of the water and ride being naturally sweet, but not being able to recognize exactly what it reminded me of. I remember acting like an excited toddler when the boat began to move, pointing out everything to my mother who once again listened. I remember telling her about the effects that made the ride feel more real, from the layered projection screens giving everything more depth, to how the natural sounds of alien nature at the beginning of the ride faded into singing and music halfway in. I remember singing along to the music once I could hear it, somehow remembering the lyrics even though they were literally in an alien language. I remember naming each and every animal I saw, though not in english, but in Na’vi, much to the confusion of my brother. I remember seeing the Shaman of Songs for the first time and how my voice rose when I pointed to her. I remember excitedly talking about how she was one of the most advanced animatronics Disney had ever made while pointing out how everything from her ears, her tail, and even her fingers moved. I remember almost crying.
I remember visiting Pandora. I remember feeling like a kid again.
it amazes me to this day that “farewell” sounds like the french word for “make” (faire) and “well” as in “good” and if you translate “faire” and “well” into german it’s “mach’s gut” meaning FAREWELL.
