Violet Crayon
<font color=violet>I went with the princesses<br><
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First trip report attempt!
Your cast for this wonderful tale:
Me: a 21year old art student (book illustration), obsessed with the color purple, dreamer of dreams, and cast member at a familiar store to some of you.
And a photo to illustrate the character of me. Well, it's cheating because I am not actually Snow White.
DBF: a 22yr old English Literature major, my true love who wishes he could have an enchanted rose of his own (without the beast thing), works with a smile at the mom and pop grocery store on the corner.
We have been dating since we were 15, high school sweethearts. Many have felt the need to tell us it would not last throughout our relationship, but we have proved them wrong on several accounts. Made it through high school, entering college, long distance for three semesters, and moving in together (which felt more comfortable and natural than being apart). If it was not for the financial strain of school, and the respect of our parents, we would have married long ago.
Disney History:
Growing up my own family had little money to afford any extensive vacations. Leaving the state (Michigan) went as far as Cedar Point on a few occasions, but mostly we camped around the Upper Peninsula. I often sulked but had a blast venturing the woods and watching animals, and treasured the moments we did have. That did not keep me from missing what every other child seemed to have, a chance to visit WDW every year for winter or spring break. They would all come back to school chatting about Splash Mountain and this and that, of which I had no idea, but knew it was the greatest place on Earth.
The summer I was 19 I had my first chance to visit Florida with my mind set on gracing WDW at some point. To shorten a very long tale, my older half brother pursued a renewing of his relationship with our father, and he lived in Orlando at the time, so our destination was mostly family related (and special). But lucky for me my SIL has family working all over WDW and we had a chance to visit the MK and AK for a few wonderful, but painfully short, hours. I sobbed when I saw the castle while my mom shook her head at me, but I could not believe it. Me? I finally get to be here? I finally get to see all of the wonderful things that I have only seen in pictures and on television? It was amazing and the magic coursed through my veins as no other place had invoked before.
My DBF grew up in the average family. Throughout his childhood they had visited WDW several times, and usually brought their pop-up and stayed at Ft. Wilderness. He would tell me stories of their travels and describe what it was like to be in the parks. The spring we were 16 . he went again and called me daily to wish I was there and discuss all of the fun things they had done. But the spring when we were 20 his parents invited me along on their family trip to visit his older brother (attending Full Sail) and grandparents near Orlando. At this point I had my taste and was longing for the entire day I could spend frolicking around the Magic Kingdom. We had a blast but the parks were crowded, and ride waits were usually 140minutes, and so my jaw drops to the floor when I read many of you discussing 40minutes as too long. His family had their minds set on hitting all of the major rides and that was the majority of our day. I could not complain, we were in the thick of Disney wonder, but I yearned to wander and see the details. On their second adventure to Splash Mountain I asked to sit out and so I wandered around and met Captain Hook, oogled the goodies I could buy, and saw part of Spectro Magic. My trip felt a little more complete, I felt a little more complete, we missed several attractions, but I had met a character, shopped, saw some parade action, and rode the highlights.
And next are the planning details of the trip we start tomorrow morning!
Your cast for this wonderful tale:
Me: a 21year old art student (book illustration), obsessed with the color purple, dreamer of dreams, and cast member at a familiar store to some of you.
And a photo to illustrate the character of me. Well, it's cheating because I am not actually Snow White.
DBF: a 22yr old English Literature major, my true love who wishes he could have an enchanted rose of his own (without the beast thing), works with a smile at the mom and pop grocery store on the corner.
We have been dating since we were 15, high school sweethearts. Many have felt the need to tell us it would not last throughout our relationship, but we have proved them wrong on several accounts. Made it through high school, entering college, long distance for three semesters, and moving in together (which felt more comfortable and natural than being apart). If it was not for the financial strain of school, and the respect of our parents, we would have married long ago.
Disney History:
Growing up my own family had little money to afford any extensive vacations. Leaving the state (Michigan) went as far as Cedar Point on a few occasions, but mostly we camped around the Upper Peninsula. I often sulked but had a blast venturing the woods and watching animals, and treasured the moments we did have. That did not keep me from missing what every other child seemed to have, a chance to visit WDW every year for winter or spring break. They would all come back to school chatting about Splash Mountain and this and that, of which I had no idea, but knew it was the greatest place on Earth.
The summer I was 19 I had my first chance to visit Florida with my mind set on gracing WDW at some point. To shorten a very long tale, my older half brother pursued a renewing of his relationship with our father, and he lived in Orlando at the time, so our destination was mostly family related (and special). But lucky for me my SIL has family working all over WDW and we had a chance to visit the MK and AK for a few wonderful, but painfully short, hours. I sobbed when I saw the castle while my mom shook her head at me, but I could not believe it. Me? I finally get to be here? I finally get to see all of the wonderful things that I have only seen in pictures and on television? It was amazing and the magic coursed through my veins as no other place had invoked before.
My DBF grew up in the average family. Throughout his childhood they had visited WDW several times, and usually brought their pop-up and stayed at Ft. Wilderness. He would tell me stories of their travels and describe what it was like to be in the parks. The spring we were 16 . he went again and called me daily to wish I was there and discuss all of the fun things they had done. But the spring when we were 20 his parents invited me along on their family trip to visit his older brother (attending Full Sail) and grandparents near Orlando. At this point I had my taste and was longing for the entire day I could spend frolicking around the Magic Kingdom. We had a blast but the parks were crowded, and ride waits were usually 140minutes, and so my jaw drops to the floor when I read many of you discussing 40minutes as too long. His family had their minds set on hitting all of the major rides and that was the majority of our day. I could not complain, we were in the thick of Disney wonder, but I yearned to wander and see the details. On their second adventure to Splash Mountain I asked to sit out and so I wandered around and met Captain Hook, oogled the goodies I could buy, and saw part of Spectro Magic. My trip felt a little more complete, I felt a little more complete, we missed several attractions, but I had met a character, shopped, saw some parade action, and rode the highlights.
And next are the planning details of the trip we start tomorrow morning!