OK, some of my comments about WDW have been somewhat scathing over the past month and the perception is that myself and some others are too discriminating and focusing too much negative energy on WDW management, upkeep, investment, etc. So, fair enough, let's "agree to disagree" and focus on documenting your fondest WDW memory - something nice and uplifting for a change:
Here is mine:
I remember my first visit to WDW in 1972 at the age of 5 (turning 6). I was a northern Indiana boy from South Bend and was soon jaw droppingly stunned as our Green Ford LTD entered a large parking lot. A few seconds prior I had heard Mickey on the car radio greeting me (not personally but he was talking to our family). Then, after riding a tram and waiting in a long line that I didn't like, my dad hoisted me atop his shoulders while in the distance this elevated train with a Red colored stripe was coming toward us and eventually over us. I felt so tall that I could almost touch it as it rode over us - seemingly a mere arm's length away. I saw rotating tires and I think a few drops of water even fell on me. Ever since then, I knew this place would be a large part of my life and existence.