Tinkerbell
Hours outside in the blistering sun can take a toll on someone, especially someone who burns before bronzes like I do. My long dark hair didn’t do anything to help with the heat, itching to be cut off in the upcoming year. But at Disneyland, the heat is something which is easily ignored. I’ve been to Disneyland a fair amount of times; my father gets in for free, as he works for ESPN, which is owned by Disney. But, well, what isn’t owned by Disney anymore? There was only one thing in the park I had yet to do before this trip.
Take pictures with the characters.
This was quickly amended. I used my little brother (He’s not my father’s son, but my dad likes him enough to let me bring him along, seeing as we were staying in the park for a few nights) as an excuse to get pictures with Stitch, Mr. and Mrs. Incredible, Red and Lightning McQueen, and Captain America- the man my heart will forever belong to. Of course, there was one more character I had wanted my picture with for the longest time.
Tinkerbell.
So, with casual begging to my little brother, we found ourselves in line at Pixie hollow, sweat dripping, legs aching and feet blistering from three days of overuse.
Small little girls decorated in princess garb wearing exhaustedly grumpy expressions surrounded us on all sides, along with a fair amount of adults who shared my love of Disney. It made my brother moody, the fact his masculinity was suddenly being compromised, but I didn’t care. I knew he wouldn’t back out.
Finally, after long minutes, nearing an hour, had ticked away, dripping off the day like sweat droplets from near everyone’s bodies, we reached the front of the line. Still, no Tinkerbell yet. First was Silvermist, who I had no interest in, making the greeting with her rather awkward.
And then it happened. We were ushered away from Silvermist, and over to Tinkerbell. An absolute doll played her, lips painted pink, perfect skin, eyes which seemed to be every color. She was completely enchanting, and had no struggle keeping in character.
All too soon the pictures were taken and we were ushered away, me too star-struck to remember most the meeting.
But it was no matter. Now I do believe in fairies.












