Oh wow, so many to choose from, some because the situation was good and some because the situation was bad at the time, but became funny afterwards.
For example, the original ride vehicles for Space Mountain at WDW had an open seat that held two people, with a belt that went around both people at the same time. I was riding with my dad and younger sister. They sat in the back car together, and I was placed alone in the car in front. The only problem . . . the CM didn’t tighten the seat belt or ask me to do it either. They just fastened it and off we went. Obviously, that belt didn’t do a thing to hold me in the vehicle and I screamed through the whole ride. Now I laugh about it.
Or there is the one memory I have from our first trip. This was back when they still had ticket books with individual tickets for each ride. We were sitting at a table behind what is now the Christmas Shop in Liberty Square, eating ice cream and relaxing in the sun while Mom and Dad decided what we were riding next. I can see it as clearly as if I were there right now.
Memories of standing outside the turnstiles waiting to enter the park for
MVMCP, with the CMs leading us in a round of the Twelve Days Of Christmas . . . the time we booked a standard wing room at the Contemporary and got a complimentary upgrade to a suite . . . the time my mom and I were staying at Wilderness Lodge and the beds were too high for her to climb up into (we laughed so hard!) . . . going to WDW after my grandmother passed away, after my mom passed away, and after my dad passed away (lots of laughs and tears on those trips) . . .
I guess my favorite memory would simply be how I feel when I am there. It’s my happy place whether life is good or bad at the moment.
