I've mentioned this story before but I hope you don't mind my sharing it again. As a child I loved the Mickey Mouse Club and wanted so much to see
Disneyland, but, as in many families, it wasn't affordable. So, as an adult I made sure I got to Walt Disney World. After that, I saved my pennies for a couple of years to take my Mom and Dad. Mother and I had never gotten along very well and, as was her habit, she tried to get out of going. For once, my Dad put his size ten foot down and insisted she go. All the way there she complained. Entering the Magic Kingdom, when I hoped she might be "transformed", she complained. I was miserable and decided this was a huge mistake. We walked down Main Street and through the castle and suddenly my Mother grabbed my arm and gasped loudly! I looked at her...she was looking at the Carousel and tears came to her eyes. "Oh," she exclaimed, please can we ride it?" My Darling Pop and I exchanged smiles, grabbed Mom and hustled to the ride. We thought (as she was in her 80's by then) that she would be content to sit on one of the benches...nope, we had to hoist her up on the prettiest horse she could find, with Dad right next to her. I can still see her smile! Neither Dad nor I had any idea of her love for carousels. From that moment on, our relationship changed...not only during our vacation, but for the rest of her life. She may be gone now, but, believe me, whenever I walk through that castle, she's always in my heart!