It was 2000, the year we could afford our first vacation to Orlando. Wife, two sons, ages 8 and 11, and little ol' me. The budget was minimal, the only WDW park we could afford to do at the time was MK (of course). The wife and I had been to WDW in 85, and being from San Diego, we had countless trips without kids to DL. So the wife and I knew the magic...we were all old friends with the magic. Now, the question was, would my sons feel the magic? And how much?
The day at MK was a long day, but a good day. It was sort of comical in a way. Everyone was very tired...the wife was limping due to a sore foot (had surgery on her heel the year before), and both sons were limping slightly due to blisters ("Now tell me if you feel a hot spot on your foot during the day"..."Okay, dad"..."How's your feet feel"..."Just fine, dad"), and the last thing we wanted to do was wait in a long line for the monorail. So we got on the ferry.
Everyone was so sore and tired, no one wanted to stay for the fireworks. But, as luck would have it, as we started across the lagoon, the fireworks show started. It wasn't the same as standing in front of the castle, but a nice touch to end the day. We were there during spring break, and the breeze on the boat had a slight coolness to it. We sat huddled together on a seat watching the bursting lights in the sky fade slowly, and I looked at my oldest son, who was sitting next to me. He looked at me with tears in his eyes, and said, "I don't want to leave, dad." I put my arm around him and replied, "It's okay, son. It's okay." And inside my heart danced.
And that's my perfect WDW moment. There are other WDW moments for me, but none as perfect as that one.