I was around five the first time I went to WDW, and my absolute favorite character of all time was (and still is) Pinocchio. Through out the entire week before leaving, on the plane, and in the car ride to the Resort, I had been telling my parents that I knew Pinocchio was going to be waiting for me at the gates.
My parents were of course doubtful of this, and didn't want me getting my hopes up, just to have them crushed because he wasn't there. I think they even checked to see if he was going to be in the MK that day, and he wasn't scheduled any where.
We headed immediately to the Magic Kingdom, and sure enough, who was at the gates? Pinocchio. He was supposed to have gone in about 15 minutes before, but had stayed out for some reason. I all but ran over to the line to see him, but not before looking up at my parents and saying "See, I told you he'd be here."