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The first time I went to the United States was when I was four years old. I visited quite a few places in that trip, including Chicago, San Francisco, and New York, yet the only place I remember more distinctly is Disneyland in Anaheim, California. Unlike (I suspect) most children, I was terrified of many of the rides, especially the ones through tunnels and waterways. I actually did not find the singing skeletons friendly, I found them frightening. It was not until when I was 12 that I got to revisit the Disneyland in Anaheim. It was a strange trip, besides having the usual excitement of going to a theme park, I got to go back to a place that held a lot of memories and take a look at it from a completely different perspective. This time, I faced what was once my fears, and enjoyed my day. I was with my dad. The trip also quenched my jealousy of my elder brother who had been to Disneyworld in Florida with my father at around the same age. Strangely enough, I think I have outgrown the need to visit a place like Disneyland. Such a place does not have much sentimental value for me, probably because it is constantly changing. 


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