I went in 1993 when I was 9. I remember eight things about that trip:
1. meeting Minnie and Eeyore in Epcot. Minnie didn't intimidate me, but Eeyore kinda make me skittish.
2. the mardi gras style afternoon parade in MK with the big floats of the characters (including Roger Rabbit, if I remember correctly)
3. the first ride I went on-- Delta Dream Flight. The black and white spinning lights freaked me out so badly that I pretty much refused to get on much of anything else ride wise.
4. being bored out of my mind at Epcot (I hated shopping as a child, and this was pre-Soarin, pre-Test Track, and I think even pre-Innovations days; haha, now you can't stop me from shopping if ya tried!

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5. Getting separated from my parents in the mass crowd before Spectro-- we were by the castle-- when a mob of college age kids pushed their way to the curb and I got basically pushed along with them. My parents ran/shuffled to me and got right behind me, but it still scared me half to death. I wasn't used to that many people at that age.
6. Being scared to death of the giant ant in HISTK playset... I have a picture of me standing beside it looking like I'm about to bolt!
7. Waiting in line for Dumbo for about 2 hours. One and ONLY time I did that ride.
And the worst (and most detailed) memory from that trip...
8. We were late to Beauty & the Beast, so we couldn't see it due to no seats avaliable. It was really hot outside, and I was getting winded. So we went and sat on a bench near the Hollywood Blvd. area to figure out where to eat lunch via the map. A CM came up to us and in a not so nice way essentially told us to get lost because they were ushering that older woman (the one with the scratchy voice, don't remember her name) from Designing Women (one that came on the show towards the end of it, not one of the main 4 or their replacements) to the Chinese Theater area to have her put her footprints and handprints in cement, and they couldn't risk having us or anyone else around because we might "attack her." Yep, that
really happened. My mom got nice and mad at that, and said something to the effect of "All these benches and you can't even sit on them, and all this hoopla for someone most people don't even know?" My dad explained we were just trying to find a place to eat and I was out of breath, and the woman was still rude and told us to "Move along." Haha, that still sticks with me all these years later. It wasn't so much that we couldn't sit on a bench but that there were no signs up and the woman was rude as heck (looked about college age, if I remember correctly). Thankfully I can only really think of maybe 2 or 3 other rude CMs in the 7 trips I've taken down there. There are lemons in every company, as they say.