DaniB
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In Disney my family lost my brother, who was 5 at the time, in the Magic Kindom as we were getting off Splash Mountain. We stopped to look at the picture and he just kept on walking. It took 30 mintues for cast members and my parents to find him. He was a good quartermile away at an ice cream stand.
Then the next day we were at the hotel in the gift shop picking out our last mintue souvaniers. All my brother wanted the whole trip was a buzz lightyear spinning lollipop. My dad finally said he could have it... little did we know that he would be content enough to just walk out the gift shop all the way back to our hotel room, which was in the farthest building away, and get on the elevator. A cleaning lady stopped him and brought him to the front desk as we were frantically searching for him again.
Let's just say my parents were contemplating the kiddie leash after this
Your brother sounds like he was very much the independent type at that age.My DS6 showed us early on how independent he is and one of my biggest worries for our trip was that we would lose him. Thankfully that never happened. Surprisingly he stayed close to us. I believe the whole trip was overwhelming for him. He had never been so far away from home before.
Here, back at home, he's right back to being his little independent self. Not understanding in the slightest why he can't do what he want when he wants by himself.

We're over by WPAFB.
I UNDERSTAND. When I was 13 or 14 (just casue I could) asked if I could get my nose peirced. My dad said he would pull it out. So I asked "what about a tattoo? You cant pull that out.".... 
, we had been to Epcot, and then were headed to MK for the afternoon, and all throughout the trip my mom,
hadn't been following any of my recommendations of where to be when so we kept hitting the parades and the crowds, and my mom was convinced this was the ONLY trip we would EVER make together, so we had to make it COUNT.
So I sit and wait, thinking that she's coming shortly. 30 minutes pass, no 


- hot, tired, sugars crashing, and just frustrated about loosing 


! Well, I went off to college, got the second hole and my parents went ballistic. However, when I approached my parents about getting a tattoo, they were totally okay with it and were willing to take me! Go figure! I ended up not getting one because it is frowned upon in my profession, but it cracked me up that two holes in your ear makes you a hooker but a tattoo was okay!
That worst moment stretched into a worst week then extended into several unpleasant months before transitioning gradually into a new normal for me. Thank goodness we've suffered nothing else that dramatic (or should I say traumatic) at Disney. My youngest son still tells people that was the worst day of his life! It was his 11th birthday too!