When my children were little, we visited Walt Disney World in Orlando, Florida once a year, usually around Thanksgiving. There are happy memories around every corner for me, and because I grew up in Southern California, very near Walt's original park, Disneyland... I now have a lifetime of experiences associated with both parks.
We took a break from visiting for about ten years, as the boys got older and co-ordinating schedules and budgets became more and more complicated. Now our youngest son is just about to head off to college and our thoughts have turned back toward places we held dear for so long. We are beginning to revisit them. The Beach Club and The Boardwalk across the water are two of my favorite places in all the world, and we can reach both in just a short two and a half hour plane ride down the East Coast.
I think a lot about how it all started with one man's dream. How without Walt, none of this would have existed and all these memories I hold so dear would never have happened. From humble beginnings come truly great things sometimes. One life... just one life, can have such an impact. Refusing to give up even when things seem incredibly bleak is something I believe divides the dreamers who never quite get off the ground, from the people who soar.
It's still one of my happiest places on earth. It still makes me believe in dreams. It still makes me long to soar. And it still makes me feel welcomed home.:)