Day #18 of the challenge: Tell a story from your childhood.
December, 1986. My first ever trip to Walt Disney World. I don't remember much, I remember meeting Winnie the Pooh and Eeyor and being terrified! I also remember it snowing, I'm not sure if it was real snow or if it was "Disney snow". My parents say that it got really cold in Florida that year so it may have been real snow. I didn't get go visit again till for almost 10 years, but that first trip began what would become a long running love affair with The Mouse and all unbounded imagination of Walt Disney. I remember my mom telling me as a kid that Mickey Mouse was the one man who never did her wrong and how we'd have Disney stuff around the house. Now my number of visits to WDW is in the double digits and climbing each year. Looking back I think I was destined to become a Disney fanatic from the start and I wouldn't have it any other way.