My family started going in the early 80s, driving an old, windowless 1970's-style van (with a booth-style dining table in the back that converted to a bed - groovy!), towing a used pop-up camper to Fort Wilderness Campground. The drive was nearly 20 hours and Dad barely stopped for a nap, and there was nothing but coloring books, Mad Libs, an Uno deck, some ABBA and Kenny Rogers 8-tracks and our own imaginations to keep us entertained. Once we arrived, our in-park meals consisted of apples and bologna sandwiches from Mom's purse, and we were lucky if we could afford one small souvenir apiece.
Nowadays, we're able to stay at a moderate hotel and eat 2 meals a day in parks and at resorts, but I still find myself longing for the magic and splendor of those childhood trips. With all the add-ons Disney offers now, they try to convince you that the more money you spend, the more "magic" you'll have, but it's a lie. The magic is in the journey -- the journey to the parks with your loved ones, and that first stroll through the gates of the Magic Kingdom. Everything else is just fluff.