I'm not sure if this is the right place to submit this but I'm sure it will be moved to the right location if not. I have to tell the story of my Disney Magic moment. Let me set the stage with a little pre-story. Picture it... The Pacific NW in the Spring. The year was 2006 (sorry I like the Golden Girls). I'm a single mother of an absolutely gorgeous 16 year old Blonde Bombshell (I wouldn't be biased in any way ). When she was 2 her dad and I split. He had more fun playing house with the neighbors wife than with me, but I digress. Anywho back to the story. She was 2 when we split and I wasn't working at the time. We struggled for many years (visualize pyramids and sweaty workers here). Time passes .... We jump ahead to a little smoother plane of existence (2004 to be exact). She is now 14 and we are on our way back to WDW for her birthday as we have done for the last 3 even birthdays (starting when she was 10) You know even numbers 10, 12... Well you get the picture. Ok enough bunny trails.... We have come HOME for her 14th year in this life and we are enjoying being in each others company (when she isn't doing the sulking teen thing and I'm not scowling at every set of eyes that see the Blonde Bombshell hiding just under the surface... YOU KNOW WHO YOU ARE) Did my evil eye work? have you gotten the worst case of athelete's foot yet??????HMMMM? Ok back to the story.... We were walking in Tomorrowland (Paging Mr. Morrow, Mr. Tom Morrow....Sorry had to pay homage to Zzub (man what a writer!) I bunny trail a lot it seems to me. Ok so we are walking and she decides to ride on SM again. I'm not in a SM kind of place (and that is not the SM you bad people may have been thinking ) so I go to sit and watch the folks on Autopia do their thing while I'm waiting. As I sit and watch the families riding, the little kids driving and mom/dad looking like they are going to toss their Mickey bar at any moment (come on you know that you have tried not to when it gets a little rough). It dawns on me that I am crying (IN WDW OF ALL PLACES). I'm misty because I see the families with the 2.5 kids having FUN and I realize that it is just me and my DBB (New one here Disney Blonde Bombshell). I hear her holler at me as she exits the ride and I wipe my eyes before she can see that her old mom has lost her emotional marbles in the WORLD of all place (and to make it worse IN PUBLIC) heaven forbid. So OK, as we are walking along to our next point of excitement I say to her "I'm sorry that I couldn't give you that", as I point to a Mickey Mouse moment of Mom, Dad and kids enjoying a frozen lemonade. "What, the lemonade?" she asks. Look I didn't say she didn't have her blonde root moments here. "No!" I say, "the whole family thing. You know Dad and sibs." "I'm glad we don't have that." she says as she gives me the look like I have somehow sprouted another eye in the middle of my forehead. "Why?" I ask as I am really curious. I grew up with two brothers and we were never lonely. Battered and bruised from beating on each other but never lonely . I sometimes wonder if she is lonesome for sibs but just doesn't know it cuz she's never had any. "Cuz, if we were like that we wouldn't be able to come down here as often as we do." she says. Now I'm not trying to say that we get to go more often than anyone else but remember I am a single mother AND I live clear up in the NorthWestern most state before you hit Canada (NO Not Alaska, although I have lived there too.) Pull out a map. It's Washington State. "What???" I ask as I am more than a little confused. We don't get here that often. "I like that it's just you and me. If it were more I wouldn't get you all to myself and we wouldn't be able to come and enjoy WDW as much cuz there wouldn't be like you know... enough money, being able to get new clothes and stuff." She says and tries to look away. (she has inherited this genentic anomoly called "CRYINGius at the DROPilium of a HATarus". You should see my family when a good commercial for something sappy comes on. We should by stock in Kleenex) I have caught her being not only a GREAT kid but an extremely well adjusted human being. ONLY IN WDW. I reach over and give her a hug. "Thanks kid," I say, "It's nice to know you appreciate what we have even if it is just you and me." "MOM!!! Not in public there's a boy over there and he's STARING!" as she gives me the LOOK again. Ok maybe when you're older kid. That is my little bit of Disney Magic and I'm sticking to it.