*These few blogs are in honor of my approaching Disney move date.
Most families have an indescribably good time at the Walt Disney World Resort. Most families have unbeatable bonding experiences and memorable Kodak moments to take home from a vacation in the most magical place on Earth. My family doesn’t vacation like most families...
There are hundreds of attractions to hit up when in Disney World. There are shows, both 3-D and regular dimensioned, rides, parades shops and then some—to the point of almost overload. As a nine-year-old, all of these things are absolutely necessary to have the most fun possible. Miss the
Rides are probably the most important and plentiful as you explore the four parks. Each one, even the baby rides like Dumbo and Cinderella’s Carousel, are a new adventure awaiting you—of course only after you’ve waited in a two hour long line in the blistering sun. Like any theme park, there are height requirements and warnings against people with heart, back and neck problems and other various ailments. When traveling with two senior citizens, checking off these problems is all too upsetting when deciding what is ride-able.
There was no way they were going to let me wait in line for an hour-and-a-half all alone. My grandpa came around for me and joined me on some good rides like
My grandma picked out what she thought looked like the friendliest family about to get in line for the ride. It was a family of four, mom, dad, son and daughter. They were all tall with reddish-blond hair and thick southern accents; "Howdy, y’all” was not a greeting I was accustomed to up north. Despite my insisting this ride was no longer necessary (or at least not worth this), I begged my grandma not to ask the nice people to watch me for the length of the line and ride. The mother of the group welcomed me over to them like Mickey at the gates of the
“Oh my gawd, quit pokin’ me or I’ll git you back!” shrieked the sister. She was a little older than me and much taller with what appeared to be a bowl haircut. The poker, her brother, was about my height and a little younger. I stood between the parents and kids just waiting for the ride to be over. Mom kept nudging for conversation and the daughter seemed to love having another ear around. She kept telling me all these stories about her life back in
Meanwhile, my queue line-brother was chomping some sort of candy. He of course chewed with his mouth open so I could watch every piece of candy crumble away. “Offer her some’a yer candy!” demanded Mom. “Ya want some?” he asked with a mouth full of colored bits, “It’s Lion King bug candy. Each one’s a different color. Watch. This one makes my mouth turn green.” His mouth was in fact now green. “This one makes my mouth turn purple.” Purple it was.
Each shrill voice went in one ear, crashed into the other voice and exploded in my head. The daughter continued, “They said I had to wear all white and had to complete their missions but I was like ‘Y’all are crazy. I ain’t doin’ that.’ So I didn’t,” while little brother showed me how red his mouth could get if he ate more than one candy at a time. Eternity eventually ended and we got on the ride.
The next time my family and I went to the magical
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