In recent light of events, I have decided to tell my story. I

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In recent light of events, I have decided to tell my story. I shall stay anonymous because I do not want to end up like the last person that told there tale.

It was the year 1992 and I was 8 years old. Me and my mom stood along the gates of a park titled in golden yellow lettering the magical words "Disneyland."

As I walked through the doors the warm, summer air filled my nostrils and the bright ball of light known as the sun touched my young, smooth skin.

My mother held my hand as the day went on and on. Ride after Ride, the day went on as normal.

But, as time drew away I noticed more of what the last author called "gascots."

They were these child-like figures that had plain clothes as if their clothes were from decades before and the most defining feature was their masks. Gas masks of the famous mouse covered the children's faces. Just as I saw them they seemingly disappeared into the crowd.

As a child I was seriously freaked out. And I decided that I would figure out what those children were doing there and just why children just a little older then I was wearing suck spooky masks.

The time was 5:00 Pm me and my mother had just gotten off "It's A Small World" and that's when one of the tiny bastards popped up. I let go of my mother's hand and ran towards the spot where it stood. My mother started chasing me but as if I was one of the children I too disappeared into the crowd.

I soon followed the child and He went behind one of the bright and happy buildings and as I thought I had cornered him wasn't there. My mother soon found me sitting in the corner. She took my hand and that's the last I saw of the gascots and as I said last I don't want the same fate to happen to me as it did to the last author.