Why do I go?
I go because that place holds more memories than any other place in this world.
My mom first took me there when I was little. It was a short trip and I can still remember a few things from that fateful trip. I remember the Main Street Electrical Parade. I remember the magic shop on main street (who else remembers that). I also remember buying a HUGE lollipop, one of those big flat round ones, only to take it back home and end up having my dog eat it.
My mom took me back when I was in high school. This time we got to see more. My taste for Disney World grew. She took me there. She had raised me being around Disney things. The movies, the stories, lots of things Disney. I can remember to this day her reading me stories from these books that were Disney, there were four. One was gold, one was blue, one was, green, and one was red. They all had different themes to them. Science, nature, stuff like that. She raised me Disney. She herself had gone to
DisneyLand once.
Then in 2004, after I had gone through some very rough spots in my life, I was turning 25, she was turning 50. I had moved far away, and I thought what would be better than Disney. We planned a vacation together. To our special place. The place we loved. So we went. It is the place that brings back great memories for me. Of being a kid, of being with my mom, a place where ALL of my cares and worries melt away. We stayed at All Star Movies and had a great time. We knew that parting was going to kill us, but we enjoyed every single second there.
Disney to me, is another world. A whole new world actually. I am free. I am like a little kid. I can't describe the feeling inside me when I am there. I am sure some of you know it and can relate.
More reasons why.... Some of you know I am getting married soon. He had never been to Disney. He had never been to Florida. It took me a while be I convinced him to go. At this time he could not look past three months into the future. Some of you know why, some of you don't. But we needed a vacation. Badly. So we went. Last year. Just the two of us. In June. I wanted to share my love of Disney with him. I wanted him to see why I loved it. So we rented a car and drove two days to spend a great week there. He got to see a part of why I loved it there. He needed the vacation. He actually had a good time. So much so that after we got home, we planned to go again for a quick weekend trip there in December. We planned and kept our trip a secret. Although I told my mom. Cause we are close. Family got sick and we didn't know if we were going to go. But things worked out and we did. When we got there. My mom was there. Waiting on me. At the resort. A complete surprise. I hadn't seen here in a long time. It was my Christmas present. She stayed at the same resort and had tickets to our christmas party. What a great time. He didn't know about it and neither did I. She had kept that little secret to herself. That weekend, I got engaged. At the Grand Floridian. So now it is even more important to me if that is possible. THe ring wasn't even supposed to be ready yet, but the day before we left he got a call saying it was done, so he picked it up and took it with him not knowing what he was going to do. Nobody knew about the ring either. That weekend I got to tell my mom in person that I was getting married. That was great.
Now I am going on my honeymoon there. Where else would we go.
He may not love it as much as me, but we have plans to keep going. I think he likes it more than he lets on. He claims that he likes what that place does to me. It has a hold on me while I am there. He goes so he can see me there. That's why we go back. Because of our memories and what it does to us.
We are Disney people and just enjoy being there.
