MyGoofy26
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Renamed this once I got home because of one very funny incident, and some small chuckles we got from overhearing conversations. No offense intended to those we were laughing at - some people you could tell they were just very new to Disney, others thought they knew it all which makes it a little funnier. Is that evil? We have some new classic lines in our family now.
History
I suppose you could say that the Disney bug hit me early. I was just a few months old when I made my first trip to Walt Disney World. By the time I was in kindergarten I had gone so many times that I uttered the phrase, I don't wanna go to Disney World! I dont remember it, but my family doesnt let me forget it. And you can bet those words havent been uttered since.
I dont remember much from those early trips. My great uncle was a professional fiddle player who signed on with Disney after he retired. For years he played in the Diamond Horseshoe, as well as out in Frontierland. Most of those early trips were combined with visiting and spending time with him. It was always some combination of me, mom, my aunt and my grandparents. I remember bits and pieces of those trips, although I cant piece together when these memories actually took place. I still giggle as I pass Hall of Presidents, remembering my grandpap making us all go in every afternoon so he could get a seat in the last row and take a cat nap in the air conditioning. I remember chowing down on a huge plate of spaghetti and meatballs in the Magic Kingdom every trip. I remember riding Dumbo with grandma when the sun was almost down. I remember sitting on the little benches in front of the flower carts for the obligatory photo op each trip. I cant think of any spot in the Magic Kingdom that doesnt immediately bring me back to my childhood. I know that many parents are discouraged by people around them from taking their small children, "Oh they'll never remember it! You're wasting your money! Wait til they're older!" Sure, I can't remember that first trip and I can't pick apart what happened on which trip - but something was ingrained in me very early that the vague memories are just as meaningful as the more detailed. I might not be able to remember an order of events, but there's definitely a feeling of nostalgia that washes over that I credit to those early trips and practically growing up in Walt Disney World.
Aside from that brief moment of insanity in kindergarten, Ive been obsessed. At 28 I still refer to Goofy as My Goofy a nickname picked up after hysterically crying because my next door neighbors daughter came back from her WDW trip and showed us pictures, one of which was her with Goofy. I was insanely jealous, she has my Goofy! I still have the Barbie-style Goofy doll she bought for me on her next trip apparently I laid the guilt on pretty thick.
By the time I got to college, the obsession was still going strong and I applied for the Walt Disney World College Program. I sat through the seminar, anxious and excited, absorbing every detail. They didnt hold back and told us some of the drawbacks of the program. I didnt care. They were minor issues to me. I had my interview that night. The recruiter and I immediately hit it off and started joking back and forth. I hoped that this rapport would help, especially since the other people in my group sat quietly and looked like they were being interrogated by the police. Weeks later I got the letter. I was in! I had just a few months to get ready and move to Orlando for the semester. August came and I packed up my new car and made the trek. I checked in at Vista Way, met my new roommates, and got my job assignment merchantainment at Disney-MGM Studios. The next few months flew by, with me loving every minute of it. January came too soon and it was time to go home with my Ducktorate in hand.
Some people say that seeing the man behind the curtain would ruin the magic for them. For me, it just amplified it. I have a greater appreciation of this place, and hundreds of new memories associated with new corners of the property.
To Be Continued . . .
History
I suppose you could say that the Disney bug hit me early. I was just a few months old when I made my first trip to Walt Disney World. By the time I was in kindergarten I had gone so many times that I uttered the phrase, I don't wanna go to Disney World! I dont remember it, but my family doesnt let me forget it. And you can bet those words havent been uttered since.
I dont remember much from those early trips. My great uncle was a professional fiddle player who signed on with Disney after he retired. For years he played in the Diamond Horseshoe, as well as out in Frontierland. Most of those early trips were combined with visiting and spending time with him. It was always some combination of me, mom, my aunt and my grandparents. I remember bits and pieces of those trips, although I cant piece together when these memories actually took place. I still giggle as I pass Hall of Presidents, remembering my grandpap making us all go in every afternoon so he could get a seat in the last row and take a cat nap in the air conditioning. I remember chowing down on a huge plate of spaghetti and meatballs in the Magic Kingdom every trip. I remember riding Dumbo with grandma when the sun was almost down. I remember sitting on the little benches in front of the flower carts for the obligatory photo op each trip. I cant think of any spot in the Magic Kingdom that doesnt immediately bring me back to my childhood. I know that many parents are discouraged by people around them from taking their small children, "Oh they'll never remember it! You're wasting your money! Wait til they're older!" Sure, I can't remember that first trip and I can't pick apart what happened on which trip - but something was ingrained in me very early that the vague memories are just as meaningful as the more detailed. I might not be able to remember an order of events, but there's definitely a feeling of nostalgia that washes over that I credit to those early trips and practically growing up in Walt Disney World.
Aside from that brief moment of insanity in kindergarten, Ive been obsessed. At 28 I still refer to Goofy as My Goofy a nickname picked up after hysterically crying because my next door neighbors daughter came back from her WDW trip and showed us pictures, one of which was her with Goofy. I was insanely jealous, she has my Goofy! I still have the Barbie-style Goofy doll she bought for me on her next trip apparently I laid the guilt on pretty thick.
By the time I got to college, the obsession was still going strong and I applied for the Walt Disney World College Program. I sat through the seminar, anxious and excited, absorbing every detail. They didnt hold back and told us some of the drawbacks of the program. I didnt care. They were minor issues to me. I had my interview that night. The recruiter and I immediately hit it off and started joking back and forth. I hoped that this rapport would help, especially since the other people in my group sat quietly and looked like they were being interrogated by the police. Weeks later I got the letter. I was in! I had just a few months to get ready and move to Orlando for the semester. August came and I packed up my new car and made the trek. I checked in at Vista Way, met my new roommates, and got my job assignment merchantainment at Disney-MGM Studios. The next few months flew by, with me loving every minute of it. January came too soon and it was time to go home with my Ducktorate in hand.

Some people say that seeing the man behind the curtain would ruin the magic for them. For me, it just amplified it. I have a greater appreciation of this place, and hundreds of new memories associated with new corners of the property.
To Be Continued . . .