let's talk about magic

and pixie dust.

When I was six years old, my parents brought my family to Disney World. I was DECKED OUT in my Cinderella gear, from a top knot on my head all the way down to glass slippers on my feet. I walked into the gates of Magic Kingdom, having absolutely no idea how much of an impact Disney would have on my life. I was basically harassing my mom asking her, "Where is the castle?! I don't see it! Where is it?" Mom attempts to control me by explaining it's just right around the corner. When my little glass slippered and big ballgown self approached the start of Main Street and spotted the castle, the only words out of my mouth were, "Just let me look, Mom. Just let me look". And my love for this magical world had began. To make a SUPER LONG journey short- I was accepted into the Disney College Program after two years of applying. I had the honor of working for this company in February of 2020 until my time got cut short thanks to Mr. Corana Virus. The boss man (Mickey Mouse) gave me handfuls of pixie dust to send my lost boys & lost girls on their pirate ship adventures at Peter Pan's Flight and let me be apart of the happiest cruise that ever sailed at "it's a small world". So hey, if you need a photographer and you're running low on your pixie dust, I got this.