I went to WDW for the first time in 1983. I was 8 yrs old. Mom and Dad loaded up the station wagon, my grandparents, my lis sis and me. Grandma packed so much stuff (including formal evening wear

) and dad was complaining of a hernia lifting her bags before we ever got out of the driveway. I wasn't sure we were going to make it. The trip didn't exactly start on a good note. We drove for 2 days but we finally got there.

We stayed in the Tree House Villas and had such a wonderful time. I remember my first character meal aboard the Lilly in the Empress Room. I had my pic taken with my favorite, Donald Duck. It was the first and last 'real' vacation I ever took with my grandparents as my grandpa was diagnosed with cancer about a year later and both my grandparents ended up passing away shortly thereafter.
I visited a few more times as a tween and teen but it wasn't as magical for some reason. Maybe I just didn't appreciate it enough at that age. My DH and I took our first trip together when I was pregnant with DS. I said then that I wanted to take the baby there. DS made his first trip to the World for his 2nd b-day in June and it was magical all over again. We are heading back in 36 hours and I can't wait. DS is so excited.
I have such wonderful memories of past trips to WDW, happy memories of my grandparents before they became ill, happy memories of the look on DS's face when he peered through the window of CP and saw Tigger, happy memories of Tigger watching him blow out the candles on his birthday cake. As I pack, I know we will take home wonderful memories of the trip we presently have scheduled. I'm also looking forward to creating future memories with my DH and DS, perhaps someday with another child and then grandchildren.
I just hope there never again comes a time when it doesn't seem magical. But I don't think that will happen.