My father was getting sickly and my Mom always tried to get me places to see and do as a kid. Due to my fathers health we could not afford to travel to FLA and could not afford to go to WDW. I always watched every Sunday night the Wonderful World of Disney. I always dreamed of going there when I was a little boy. My Sister and soon to be Brother In-Law told my parents they want to take me there. At the time I did not know about the discussion. They told me a week later. I was so pumped and excited. I never seen this place other than a sneak peek on TV that you would get once in awhile, But I really wanted to see Mickey Mouse. I went the year that Space Mountain had opened. Florida was amazing and space Mountain at the time was terrifying but I rode that ride and as so happy after it was over. I was blown away by all I seen and done. From that day on I had to one day go back and promised myself as a little boy that when I grow up I would go there a lot. Well here I am going on 56 and have done just that, and plan to back again in September/October of 2019. You see this is what happens when you sometimes chase your dreams, you just might catch them. WDW is such a special place in my mind and heart and will go there until the good lord says it is time for me to come home. Until that day I will be there.
SO what is your story?
SO what is your story?