dmaz
Mouseketeer
- Joined
- Feb 23, 2004
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Thank you everyone for the wonderful stories! They are the type of experiences that keep so many of us coming back year after year.
The story about the woman who lost her mother has convinced me that we need to plan a grand gathering with our family. Life is too short and WDW is one of the few places that we can experience the pure joys of being a family. From the look on everyone's faces as you stroll down main street and see the castle, to spotting their favorite characters. There are not too many places that can bring that many smiles to everyones' face.
The story about the woman who lost her mother has convinced me that we need to plan a grand gathering with our family. Life is too short and WDW is one of the few places that we can experience the pure joys of being a family. From the look on everyone's faces as you stroll down main street and see the castle, to spotting their favorite characters. There are not too many places that can bring that many smiles to everyones' face.
I was utterly amazed. The castle that I'd seen on TV was in front of me. But my "MOMENT" was when I looked at my son and realized that his childhood is completely different from mine. It made me realize how far GOD had taken us. I wasn't supposed to be there. I was supposed to be dead or incarcerated, but I wasn't. I was in WDW with my DW and DS and the feeling overwhelms me to this day. At that moment, I came to the realization that my DS doesn't know anyone that has been murdered. He doesn't live in a bad neighborhood and he will never feel the pain his mother and I felt growing up. WDW is more than rides, shows, and resorts. It symbolizes a different way of life for me. But, It's normal for my DS and that is the magical part for me. So please, don't take anything for granted, because what's normal for you may be a fantasy for someone else.


We were standing halfway up the ramp, waiting our turn to board among hundreds of other guests. He couldn't help but flap his little hands, like he did every time that he saw something that really excited him. He was very tiny, as the top of his head didn't even come close to reaching my waist. Somehow, though, the monorail pilot spotted him through the crowd. She left the cabin, waded through the crowd and asked my little guy if he would like to drive the monorail. (Okay...I'm crying now. I'll NEVER forget this act of kindness.) My DS nodded yes and she led him by the hand through the crowd to the front. She let him sit up front, press some buttons, gave him a certificate when the ride was over, and posed for a picture with him.