When I was in Elementary School, the big event that we'd waited years for was 6th Grade Camp - a week in the Michigan winter at a camp with all our schoolmates - bunk beds, ghost stories and even square dancing (at 12 YO, to us, girls were somewhere between
ewwww and
oooooh 
). We spent months working on various "camp" things: sing.a.long songs in Music, journal covers in Art, the aforementioned square-dancing in Gym. So, of course, on the Thursday before Departure Monday, who came down with a serious strep infection that would keep me in bed for almost a week? Yep, yours truly.
Well, I was disappointed (not Veruca Salt-ish by any means, though); at that age, things seem so important. However, that Monday - when all my friends were on the Bus To Funland, my Dad came home from work early and told my Mom and I that he'd booked us a week at WDW over Easter! At the Contemporary Resort - Tower room, no less! Now, this was Easter of 1973, so WDW was still pretty new and exotic - I was the first in my peer group to go.
To this day, although I know it's a little weak in the theming department, the CR has a special place in my heart. And yes, I took my own DS there - 11th floor, MK view....