I remember when I was a little girl, loved Disney and Mickey Mouse and the gang and the princesses and I dreamed about going to WDW, but it was a far away dream, my parents could never afford a trip aboard, let alone a Disney trip, so I kinda threw it under the rug.
Fast foward to 2013, when I was 28 years old. My cousin was planning a trip with his mom and his fiancée and he invited me to go along so my auntie wouldn´t feel left out, and suddenly I was booking my first trip to WDW. I was excited, but thought my time of childish dreams and fantasy were long gone.
First day we visited DHS, had a blast, loved the park, but I still didn´t catch the Disney bug. Then second day was MK. My cousin´s fiancée, who had multiple visits under her belt, told me: "Now you´re really going to feel you entered a magical world. MK is where Disney fantasy is all about".
I stepped inside the park, walked down Main Street, stopped right in front of the Castle, next to Mickey and Walt´s statue. I look to my side and see that small statue of Donald Duck, my fave of the classic characters, and I feel the tears. I can´t explain where they are coming from, or why, I just remember all those years back, that little girl that dreamed about seeing the Cinderella Castle, that dreamed about being a princess and I realize that a dream I had long forgotten about had finally came true.
My auntie hugs me and asks what happened, and I say "I´m just so happy to be here!"
That´s when I caught the bug. Oh, obviously, I cried my eyes out during CTM and Wishes too.
Now I´m coming back to the World for a second trip, more in love with WDW than ever before... I expect there will be a lot more tears this time!

