Originally posted by Sora
I visited Walt Disney World for the first time on March 11 of this year. For 25 years I have dreamed of the moment when I would step onto Main Street and gaze down the street at the Most Photographed structure today, Cinderella's Castle. My Grandfather, who was my best friend for twelve years of my life until he passed away shortly before I turned thirteen, had always talked about someday taking me there. My Mom and Dad had gone shortly after the park opened, and she had told him all about it. My Grandfather was a big kid like myself, he loved Mickey and all of Uncle Walt's great creations, and he very badly wanted to see the park with his own eye's. But that never came to be.
As I stood in front of the castle, just as the park had opened, I looked to the sky and I shed a tear. Never in my life had I been so happy, but at the same time so sad. I was there, bringing a promise a young boy and his Grandfather had made with one another a reality, but the biggest part of that promise was missing. But I knew he was standing there, next to me, smiling at the amazing sites and sounds of that day, and that, my friends, is magic at it's best!
Originally posted by minniemouseuk
On the subject of crying...
If I'm in a sort-of sensitive mood, I only have to hear the last part of my "Fantasmic" CD and I blubber like a baby! It just takes me back to the best 25 minutes I have ever spent.]
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