When I was about six or seven years old, I went to WDW during its first couple of years. I don’t remember much about the trip at this point, but I do remember riding Mission to the Moon. After getting off this attraction, I absolutely KNEW, without a doubt, that I had been in a rocket ship that had gone into space. When I came back, I told everyone about this. Oh, there were skeptics, but as far as I was concerned, I truly had the experience of being in space. From that point on I was a Disney addict.
As I got older and learned that it was just special effects, it made me love it even more, knowing how much trouble they go to to engage all your senses in an experience. And after that first visit, I’ve hade a string of great experiences at WDW world, including: proposing to my wife, watching my daughter’s face the first time she saw the castle, bringing my mother to Disney just a couple of years before she died, and seeing my wife and her cry as we left on the last day. Disney is a part of my life. That’s why I love it.