I cant quite help but imagine what a nightmare that must be for parents some times, but the joy that overcomes a kid? Priceless. I was 12 at the time of my first and only trip to Disney World. My best friend had moved to Florida the year before and I hadn't seen her since. My parents had collaborated with her parents and the four greatest people on earth (our parents) contrived a plan for all of us kids (who just so happened to all be best friends) to take a trip to Florida's most popular amusement parks.
Now, knowing me at all you would know that I am an adrenaline junkie. This kicked in at a very early age when I was first introduced to the swings at the play park. Now I'm not saying the twister or the fall of doom quite compares to the rush of flying backwards on a swing set, but at that age you really count yourself as a dare devil. My sister and I were MORE than excited to take our first trip south and visit our best friends.
That was one of the best parts about Florida. I know I have been advocating mostly for the incredible vivacious sights and terrific cultural experiences as of late, but the sometimes the most valuable part of travelling is when you are travelling to see people you love. It adds so much more to the trip and really gives you lasting memories. As if it were yesterday , yes here I go again, I can remember the feel of the sand between my toes, the adrenaline rush and meeting Dopey (my favourite Disney character) at the theme park. What I remember most though is the late night giggles and laughs with my best friend. We reminisced (as much as 12-year-olds could) and talked about what we wanted out of life.
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