Months have passed... and so it's time for an update... if only because
ALL MY ADRs ARE MADE!
More on that later in a different chapter. We have the history to cover.
Chapter Three
The History
I grew up in California, and went to
Disneyland many times as a kid. Donald was my favorite as a child, and I have about seven photos, from age 2 through 15, of me with him. Love the duck. That, of course, was pre-Stitch.
I first visited WDW as a college senior my mom, brother, and I went, as a graduation present for me (college) and high school (him.) This was back in, shall we say, our lower-rent days, and we stayed on I Drive in a Days Inn that hopefully is scrap metal somewhere now. We learned early the habit of going in early, staying until after lunch, leaving the parks for a rest and a nap, and then going back to close the night out. Epcot was a real joy for us that trip, but HS wasn't anything big this was before ToT and RnRR, of course.
It was during this first trip that my mother realized what a Disney freak I was. I think I'd hidden it well (seeing all of the movies by myself during college, getting soundtracks memorized, etc.) She also become conscious of the fact that college had made me into a world-class OCD planner. Now, I'm not going to reveal my age (36) but this was before the days of the big ole Internet and spreadsheets for everything
instead, I had my nice little fat notebook which I made list after list in rides to ride and in what order (eat your heart out Touring Plans), restaurants, things I wanted to check out, on and on. I'd make a little nest on my bed and go over maps and Times Guides, and recopy my lists. That kind of organization just drives me, and college had really brought out the best (or the worst) in me. My mom, the complete opposite of the Planner, gave me a talking to about my lists. She wanted me to "let go" and "have some fun" and she
Watch out.
It's scary.
Confiscated my notebook.
We laugh about this now, but I had to have a discussion with her after we left that I LIKED doing all that "prep" work. It's what gave it reality for me. And it still does.
The next visit wasn't until after I was married and my daughter was born. Yes, I took about seven years off from Disney after my first visit.
When she was two, in 2003, my whole family, including my divorced parents and their spouses (yes, you read right we're like a sitcom), and my brother and sister and their spouses, decided to do Thanksgiving at WDW. No one wanted to be left out of the fun, and everyone wanted to see DD, the first granddaughter in the family, experience WDW for the first time. It was an amazing trip. DD was all about Fantasyland and AK. She, with the help of the whole family, must have ridden IASW 40 times (right now, Jordanyosh is twitching somewhere, just because I typed that.) We stayed off-property again, in a family suites hotel in Celebration, and rented a gigantic van for everyone to go around in. It was a fantastic trip.
That trip, nine years after the Notebook Confiscation Situation, was fully planned and organized by me, with the help of my dearest organizational friend and pal, Microsoft Excel.*
We had been planning to go back in 2004, but I got pregnant. I'm not a happy pregnant person, so we put it off. Instead, in late 2005, I took DD by myself - just a Mom and Daughter trip for four days. We had a ball. It was full on princesses, all the time, but just an amazing time with my then-four year old girl. I'll never forget it, and I plan on doing the same with DS (perhaps on a 2009 bounceback!)
The most recent trip was Christmas 2006 - five days at the Poly with a castle view. Starting from I Drive motels for our first visit, and working our way up to the Poly is the way to do it.
Next up: 2009 Plans
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*I know professing love for a Bill Gates approved and recommended software product is decidedly repulsive, and as a Mac owner and user, I KNOW that, but I just love Excel. You can do anything in it. You can make borders, color codings, figuring out estimates, totals, etc. It's just perfect for the travel planning freak.