I’ve always loved Disney. It’s been an obsession of mine for as long as I can remember. I felt like Disney World was my home, even though I’d never been. I went to visit my grandparents who live in Florida, and my birthday was just a few days away. My mom came in and woke me up around 6, which was ridiculous, because it was vacation and I sleep in really late. I groaned, and was about to roll over and go back to sleep when she said, “Em, you need to get up! I’ve packed your suitcase, the car is on, and we’ve got to go!”. I had no clue what was going on, but being half asleep, I got up and stumbled out to the car. Once I was up, I couldn’t fall back asleep, so I just sat and endured the three hour car ride. I tried asking my mom where we were going, but she said she couldn’t tell me. I of course, was thinking this was something out of a spy movie, and we were going on an international bad-guy hunt, but then I saw the first sign. Yes, the famous sign, passed millions of times by kids, and kids at heart; the sign that brings joy, and excitement; the sign that means you’re home. I saw the sign pointing us towards Disney World. At that point, my jaw dropped, and I looked over at my mom who was just smiling. I started to ask, “Are we..?” and my mom interrupted to say, “We’re staying at the Polynesian, and we’ll be at the parks for four days!”. At this point, I couldn’t even think of anything to say, I just let the tears come down. It was really, finally happening. I was going home. 

When we finally got situated at our hotel, and started heading out to Magic Kingdom, I couldn’t contain myself. I was a mess. I was jumping up and down, I still had some tears coming down, and I was wearing my Mickey ears, blabbering about what we had to do first, and where we would go, and just acting like a 6 year old. Mind you, I was turning 15 at the time. The monorail stopped, I ran out of the station, my mom in tow, and probably freaked out a few of the Cast Members with my not so pulled together appearance. 

I’m not so sure how to explain the feeling of taking my first steps onto Main Street and seeing the castle. To say it was breathtaking is an understatement. It was everything I’d ever dreamed of. It was so magical. It was like every beautiful, magical memory I loved was right there in front of me, welcoming me into the happiest place on Earth. Idk. It was perfect.

I then proceeded to have the best four days of my life, which I won’t go into or I’ll be here all night!