What a wonderful thread! I love reading everyone's stories
I've been going to WDW since birth, so I've racked up quite a few memories. Here are a few of my favorites:
My grandmother on my Dad's side never got all the hype about Disney. She only lived 45 minutes away, but was convinced it was all "kid stuff." But my parents insisted on taking her to the parks, so she could decide for herself. We did day trips to the MK and Epcot (the only two parks at the time) when I was about 14. It didn't take long for her to get the magic... when she got her very first look at Cinderella Castle, the waterworks started. With tears streaming down her face, she told us how beautiful and amazing and wonderful it was. The next day at Epcot, we went to see the Voices of Liberty. She was chosen to be sung to during "Oh, Susanna," and again the tears flowed. Grandma was already in poor health then, and she was never able to visit again, but for the rest of her life she frequently mentioned how incredible the experience was and how much she adored it.
Until 1985, my family could only afford to go once a year, so we always went on my birthday. Then 3 Season Salute passes came out for Florida residents, which were valid in January, May, and September. My parents scrimped and saved, and managed to get us passes for Christmas 1984. We went several times during January, and my parents decided to get in one last visit before the blackout dates began. So they picked me up from school on January 31. I had a dictionary with me for some reason, and my parents used it to their advantage. They got me so busy looking up definitions that I never noticed we were getting on the interstate. Finally my dad said, "Look up magic." I did, and gave him the definition. Then Mom said, "Look up kingdom." The light went off, and I looked up just as we went under the big Magic Kingdom sign. That trip turned out to be even more special than anticipated, because less than a week later, my dad was in a terrible car accident. We were told he had less than a 10% chance of making it through surgery, and if he did, less than a 50% chance of making it through the night. That entire night, as Mom and I paced the floor, we just kept reminding ourselves of the fabulous memories we had made a few days prior. Dad did survive, but he had a terrible 2-year recovery. Those memories really kept us going.
OK, last one, I promise. Dad and I were newly back in FL from New Orleans shortly after my mom passed away in 2004 and Hurricane Katrina in 2005. Neither of us had been to Disney in years. We decided to get APs again, and sometimes made "just because" partial day trips. One afternoon when I got off work, we decided to head to MK for dinner. As we were getting off the monorail, the sky opened up. Gushing, pouring, torrential rainfall. So we dashed down Main Street to Casey's. We got our food and dashed to a table with an umbrella. The wind was blowing and there were literally only inches of dry space. Huddled close together, freezing and dripping, we both decided that a rainy day at Disney still beats fabulous weather anyplace else! It was actually a lot of fun.