Jun 2011: HK Disneyland

My parents used to bring us to Genting Highlands for fun ride and kart racing.
Best of all, we got a chance to chill in the cool and refreshing weather;
stay in the hotel for a night or two;
dine in the restaurant up there.
Family holiday, I recalled.

That was the only themed park during those days, I reckon.
Or, perhaps it was that much of spending that my parents could afford to on 3 of us.
Or, maybe my papa had a chance to sneak out to casino at anytime he could.
One stone kills 2 birds, so called.

Anyway, many roller coaster years later.
I brought them to Disneyland, for the first time. 
To experience the true fantasy of young children.
To wind back our memories of spinning and riding.
To laugh as much as possible under the hot sun, and so on..

They are more like a body guard and a babysitter though.
Watched the girls as alert as an eagle; 
While explored the Park as curious as little Bomber.
Trying to figure out, what so fun about Disneyland!? I think.

It was a tired day for all of us. 
Being watchful and being playful in the colourful amusement park.
They conquered the place, half, at least. 
They stretched their body part and burnt calories most in a day, perhaps.
They had adventurously fun, I hope.

Many years later, we will reminisce this trip, 
as much as we talk about our stories in Genting. 
Till the girls are older, we will find another way of family bonding. I promise:).

M i s s   t h e m,  I  a m.