When I was seven, I wanted (really badly) to go to Disneyland Paris. I knew that there I would find my palace waiting for me to be it’s princess – my life’s destiny. In the meantime, that didn’t happen, I stopped believing in fairies and I grew up. And going there became a dream. “One day, I’ll go…” It took me almost 16 years to fulfill that (never forgotten) dream. After a long time, I did it.
In my hand, the ticket is the living proof that I went there… Because, for me, it felt like dreaming.
For one day, I was seven again and, for one day, fairies and pixie dust were real.