I was 7 (I think) and it was 1973. Nana and I went. You see my Grandfather had just passed away at the end of the summer, and my grandparents ALWAYS went out on NYE. THey would go to one of the swanky hotels in Boston and celebrate. She could not bear the thought of being home alone for New Year's, so she took me to WDW. It was just the MK then. And I am CERTAIN I had on several fetching polyester pants suits.