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A Penny for Your (Disney) Magic

U.S. Penny

It had been a long day full of sunshine, sweat and shoes soaked by the looped rapids of a raging theme park river. The boys were 20 minutes away from passing out, with bellies full of pizza and the constant construction of lifelong memories building in their heads. We had said goodbyes to friends, taken last photos of the wondrous everything, and walked out of gates that are better rushed into. There was nothing left but a tram ride and the taking of it.

We walked across the bricks of the Esplanade, scanning and searching, until we reached the one we had purchased the week Zane had been born. That was over six years ago.

The stone still rests where it always has, and until progress takes it away, always will. It is a tribute to trips taken, and will one day serve as a memorial for trips to come, our names etched beneath the feet of pending grandchildren and those who follow. Today, however, it is but a big dot on the map of our existence announcing “YOU ARE HERE,” on the occasion that we are. Our happiness is greatly implied.

The man was old by most standards, though he seemed quite spry, and the twinkle in his eyes was as soothing as it was contagious. He stood beside Zane who was kneeling on his bare, tan knees in a sea carefully cobbled, an expanding forest of cement stumps with names carved upon them—those in various states of returning, and others who may never come again. The old man stood and watched with a smile both knowing and amused, and from time to time he glanced to me, my wife, and Atticus, who was watching his younger brother just as intently but twice as oblivious.

Finally, Zane looked up and noticed the man dressed in white who stood just a foot away, leaning on a dustpan and a broom pressed tightly against it.

“Is that yours?” asked the man as he nodded toward the brick.

“Yes,” said Zane, and then he looked at the names once more. He traced each letter with his finger as he read them aloud.

“You know,” said the man. “They say that everything at Disneyland is magical.”

The boys didn’t move. My wife only nodded.

“These grounds are part of Disneyland. That means your brick is magic.”

We thought about that for a moment. Then the old man took something small and bright from the apron at his waist and held it between his thumb and forefinger for all to see.

“I found this new penny on these grounds. Right here. That makes it part of Disneyland, too. That makes it very magic.”

He bent down and held the penny in front of my son.

“Take a little bit of the magic home with you,” he said.

He handed the penny to Zane who took it without hesitation, that in itself a rarity for a little boy that always turns sheepish at the word of a stranger. We sat there for a minute and watched him roll the penny around with his fingers before squeezing it tightly in his palm and burying it at the bottom of his pocket.

“Thank you,” he whispered.

The old man nodded and swept at something that only he could see.

We walked away a little lighter, somehow fresher and somewhat new. It never dawned on any of us to turn back around.

I suspect if we had the old man would not have been there. Perhaps he never was. Magic is full of tricks like that, and there are plenty of pennies for everyone.

 

A version of this story first appeared on the Honea Express in July, 2012.

Whit
Whit Honea is the author of “The Parents’ Phrase Book” and co-founder of the philanthropic organization Dads 4 Change. He is the Social Media Director/Community Manager of the Dad 2.0 Summit. His writing can be found at Fandango, GeekDad, Disney, Today, Good Housekeeping, City Dads Group, Stand Magazine, The Washington Post and several other popular publications. He previously covered travel for Orbitz, CBS and AOL, and served as Editor of Family Travel for UpTake. Deemed “the activist dad” by UpWorthy and one of the “funniest dads on Twitter” by Mashable, Whit has been nominated for the Pushcart Prize and is the 2015 winner of the Iris Award for Best Writing.
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