I first went with my family in 1980, when I was six. After that, we went every six years, which my parents thought was an appropriate length of time to wait until new attractions and parks were constructed. And what I remember most about those trips is how happy we all were together. It was actually fun to hang out with my dad. And my sister. And my mom. We had in-jokes and favorite rides and favorite foods and certain things we still talk about to this very day.
The trips stopped in 1998. Not because of any family tragedy. Just because my sister and I were too old; I moved out of state; my parents wanted to see other places. And I honestly kind of forgot about Disney World. (Yes, I feel the burn of shame right now.)
Then, on New Year's Day in 2004, I read an article about the construction of Expedition Everest. And it hit me that it was six years since my last visit. I got suddenly frantic and worried. It's silly, but I absolutely, positively had to go to WDW that year.
So I asked my boyfriend of three months (!) if he wanted to go. He had been once a very long time ago and didn't remember much, but he reluctantly agreed to go. We went in 2004 and had such a great time that we went again in 2005. And 2006. And 2007. Going every six years has turned into going every year. And now my boyfriend and I have in-jokes and favorite rides and favorite foods and certain things we still talk about.
Now my Disney dream is to take him AND my family, so we can all share the experience. It'll be expensive and take a lot of planning, but I'm shooting for 2010, which will be the thirtieth anniversary of my family's first trip there and, you guessed, it, six years since my boyfried and I first went.
I guess that's a really good number for me.