The first time I cried at WDW was in 1999, on my fourth trip. It was just dd, age 10, and me. We were waiting for the nighttime parade. I had no idea which parade or show was about to start, we just found our places on a fence in fronteirland and waited, just like everyone else.
As soon as the first notes of the music rang out from the speakers above me, I almost fell off the fence when I realized we were about to see the long gone, but not forgotten, Main Street Electrical Light Parade, my all time favorite. Yes, by some fluke, some stroke of crazy luck, my special parade full of wonderful memories made a come back to WDW for a short time.
I got choked up and tried to hold back the tears. DD turned to look at me and said, "oh my God! Stop!" Through my sobs, I told her that the last time I saw this parade was in 1983, my first trip to WDW with my parents, now deceased.
Let's just say there have been many Disney tears since then, even the monorail announcements get me started. It usually is in full swing with the first glimpse of the castle from Main Street.
It's a darn good thing we have to deal with crowds, pushy people, line cutters, weary feet, heat, and what have you, for if it weren't for that Disney reality, we might spend the entire vacation in tears.
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I've had PMs telling me to send it to Disney -- but it's really, really grainy!
She tells everyone she's going to Didney Whirl in September, but she thinks September is after nap every day. 
Me too!!! 
