Ah, memories. They can be hard to deal with at times. I still vividly remember our first family trip to WDW in February 1983. My wife and I and our two girls. (photo below) Now that I think about the last 48 trips since then have been an effort to relive that one trip. It never happened. Fun, yes but all the rest are just a blur of random memories. I guess in many way it followed the idea of "you can't go home again". I could never duplicate it to the same degree of excitement, joy and wonderment of that first one. A good time, to be sure, but never the same. The little girls grew up, the wife left. I took everyone daughters, sons in laws and grandkids there for a huge family trip, with my sister and nephew there were 11 of us on that trip. That was the last time we were there all together at the same time. I started to travel solo for close to 15 years always looking for, if you'll pardon the expression, one little spark and it was never there. But at least back then it was still fun and not a hugely expensive, massively confusing and a planning brain scramble. It just became something else completely. Sure some of the same attractions still existed, but never made the same impact.
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The young lady on the left now has two kids in college and one 10 year old and the little one on the right has two step kids in their 30's, one boy of her own halfway through college and one of the step kids is about to make her a step grandma. I need to point out that that particular change came about in what seems like a week and a half. Also note that those gas station sandwiches in the plastic wrap were what they sold in the Pinocchio Village Haus at the time. So some things have gotten better.