This was back in the late 70s or maybe 1980 and I was only 6 or 7. We were staying at the Polynesian and there was a Hurricane off the coast. Well, Disney didn't close and my grandfather took me and my twin brother to the MK that day while the rest of the family took shelter at the resort.
We put on our yellow Mickey rain coats and hopped on the monorail during torrential rain and wind. I'm not sure if the Hurricane actually went over Orlando when it made landfall, but it was bad enough. The park was completely (and I mean COMPLETELY) deserted. Only us and few other sparse families. It was probably 10:00 in the morning and we walked down main street literally alone. We could see cast member taking shelter in thier shops and no one else until you got inside an attraction.
We rode Peter Pan, I think Snow White, saw the old Mickey Mouse show where Philharmagic is now and did IASW about 3 times in a row. Finally, the cast members told us we were going to have to exit the park.
I've been to Disney probably 20 times--a lot for someone who's never lived closer than a 12 hour drive, but even from that early age I have vivid memories of my grandfather doing his best to give us a Disney day.
Unbelievable memory, only in the Magic Kingdom.