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To start of with, this may be the most unusual travel story you can come across in your lifetime. This memoir is not only speaking of my encounters, but the intense lead-up to them, which were only cured by my travels. The day I decided to make my next overseas adventure to America was indeed a happy moment for me. It was the start of an anxious wait for another exciting trip. However, my excitement took an interesting turn, which I hate to admit, for the worse. During a walk around my neighbourhood, I started to feel dizzy and slowly fell to the ground against my will. I do not recall anything after I fell. By the time I woke up, I was inside an ambulance, heading to the hospital. This could only mean one thing, I had suffered yet another fucking seizure. This incident has put me in the position of being dependent on other people getting me from A to B, as it was law that if a person suffered a seizure, it meant no driving for 12 months. This was only the start to my almost fatal downfall. For the next 6 months, I was given new medications as trials. My immediate family members were driving me to my two places of employment, plus taxi drivers and my boyfriend. All these combined made me feel lost and confused with my feelings and was driving me to the edge of suicide. I did not want to go and see a therapist but my family thought it would help me get excited again for my trip overseas. It was a surprise, but these therapy sessions and the weaning of the drug I was on for my epilepsy that was making me feel depressed worked. I was ready for my adventure. The first leg of my trip was more of a family affair. My dad accompanied me on my exploration of Southern California. Our trip to the happiest place on earth, the one and only Disneyland, was indeed the happiest I had ever been since October 2015. This day also marked Dad's 56th birthday and what better way to celebrate it was at the happiest place on earth. 6am may be a crazy time to start opening an amusement park, but that's exactly what time we entered. This gave us an extra hour to explore the park and get crazy on the popular rides like the teapot spins and the merry-go-round before the rest of the crowd poured in. I have never felt more alive at a theme park, compared to the theme parks here in Australia. Considering Disneyland is one of the oldest theme parks in the world, it leaves a mark for everyone who enters. They can all say, I became a happy person today more than ever.