When I was 4 I got into a huge obsession over Mary Poppins, so much that my imaginary friend was Bert and, that I watched it every single day twice for a year 1/2. My parents got so annoyed with hearing it they got an old TV to put in the basement (its a finished basement/play room) so I could watch it down there. During that obsession, I went to Walt Disney World and met Mary herself. In joy, I began to cry. I was very lucky to meet her too, she was walking away at that time. I still remember that to this day, and it always reminds me of how magical of place WDW is to a child.
Another time is when I first rode Space Mountain. Being the Coaster Junkie I already was for a child, (7 ) I was already freaking my aunt out about how I wasn't scared whatsoever. The line was extremely short that night, it was right during parade time (saw it a couple nights before) and it was a complete walk on line . I had so much fun that I was screaming, laughing, and having a blast. While on though I kept on feeling my aunts are hand reach out and touch my shoulder, apparently she thought I was terrified! When I got out she ran over to me and made sure I was okay, which I was, and had to explain to her that I was happy not scared! We rode it several times that night. It remains one of favorite rides to this day. ^.^