No slight intended on their part - I mean, as Eeyore so wisely tells us, we can't all and some of us don't. I found my own way to WDW love, and they support that even if they find it a touch confusing. I even dragged my mom down to Orlando that one time, and may manage to do it again this November.
The point, though, is that my mind is largely void of the WDW remember-whens that many others cherish. But there are a couple incidents that stand out in my mind. Here's one:
Okay, so it's April of 1998. It's my parents and brother plus my aunt and two cousins. They're from Florida, admittedly not central Florida, but this isn't their first time at the proverbial rodeo. Their signature pro-move in this pre-ubiquitous-cell-phones era: a set of walkie-talkies.
My cousins are trying to convince me to ride the Tower of Terror. This being twelve-year-old Jenn, I am not having it - I didn't really get down with thrill rides until high school, and even now I'm not huge into drop tower. I mean, I'll ride ToT when someone coerces me because the effects are cool, but I don't do it alone.
They give up on me, leaving my half of the family at a showing of that live action Beauty and the Beast performance that I don't think I've ever even seen since then... They also leave us one of the walkie-talkies.
So we're sitting there in the amphitheater, waiting for the show to start, minding our own business, when suddenly...
AHHHHH!!!!! AHHHHH!!!! AHHHHH!!!!!!!
It's crackly, grainy audio from the walkie-talkie, luckily too weak to bother the others around us, but quite distinct: it's my cousins on ToT, screaming their way down the drop.
I think of this every time I ride it today. And part of my really wants to call someone up right as the tower window opens and...
What do you remember from your childhood WDW trips?
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