FourFourSeven
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Not a favorite place, but a favorite memory:
Way past my (then) 2 1/2 year old's bedtime, after the Main Street Electrical Parade, we go ride her favorite "it's a small world" one last time. She's almost asleep, but willing herself to stay awake, and singing along with "it's a small world" in the sweetest little tired-girl voice, about as happy (and tired) as a little girl could be.
It was pure magic.
Way past my (then) 2 1/2 year old's bedtime, after the Main Street Electrical Parade, we go ride her favorite "it's a small world" one last time. She's almost asleep, but willing herself to stay awake, and singing along with "it's a small world" in the sweetest little tired-girl voice, about as happy (and tired) as a little girl could be.
It was pure magic.