In is legend in my family that in 1991 Charlie and I kept asking to go to Disney World. I was seven and he was four and I’m guessing that a lot of our friends were going around this time. So Dad made a promise to us that we would go before the end of the year. I’m guessing this was near the beginning of the year or in the spring but I don’t have that detail. He, apparently, forgot that we were both children of two engineers and thought that we would forget about the promise.
Along comes Thanksgiving and we ask, “When are we going to Disney World?!?!” At which point I’m guessing Dad panicked and realized that he’d made a big promise that he thought we would forget about but we didn’t! As we’ve been told, they quickly planned a trip to Disney for early December. This picture was taken at the airport as we were leaving for Disney.
I think it was a very fortuitous mistake because we found Disney to have very low crowds, have perfect temperatures, and be gorgeously decorated for Christmas. I loved it so much and had such fond memories of it that when we decided to take our kids, I purposefully planned the trip in December to recreate that experience! I loved it just as much in December of 2013 as I did in December of 1991 and I think will be hard pressed to take a trip to Disney any other time!
