Tom_Owens
Well-Known Member
We had planned a trip to Disney World before my father passed away. I wasn't really much in the mood to go, but it was paid for, and at 2200 bucks, you don't just throw that away, so we went. We were there from this past Wednesday 'till Sunday.
All the banners, ads and commercials tell you, "DISNEY! Where dreams come true."
For my six year old daughter, they're absolutely correct. I have never been more happy in my life...to see her that happy. I was in a constant state of tears watching her. We did EVERYTHING together. My wife just can't do rides. That part was a bit of a bummer, but it's the way she is. Typical Russian.
For me though, being my first trip ever at age 40, I figured it would be like Six Flags: Some rides, some overpriced junk and a lot of headache. I was totally wrong. It really is a magical place. A place where things for your children are real. Hell...they ARE. They're all actually THERE!
My daughter (remember, this is a six year old) actually said to me on Friday as we were walking along, "Daddy, you know, Cinderella should be in non-fiction because she's really real."
She's right. Sharp as a tack, that one.
So, do dreams come true for us? No, not really...unless you count seeing them come true for your children.
I'll tell you this though: It's the fountain of youth. I was 10 again. I shit you not, folks. I saw the world one more time like I did when I was a kid. Full of fun, happiness, love and good times. Nothing other than that existed.
If you've never been, if your kid has never been, for God's sake drop what you're doing and grab your kids hand and get your ass to Disney World. Right now!
You'll thank me. I mean really...where else can you play with your kid and you actually are their age? Trust me. You will be their age. Just one more time...and you'll see EVERYTHING the same as they do. A wonderful, beautiful place where there is no pain, no sorrow, no bullshit...none of that. Only love, fun, dreams and good times.
All the best,
Tom
All the banners, ads and commercials tell you, "DISNEY! Where dreams come true."
For my six year old daughter, they're absolutely correct. I have never been more happy in my life...to see her that happy. I was in a constant state of tears watching her. We did EVERYTHING together. My wife just can't do rides. That part was a bit of a bummer, but it's the way she is. Typical Russian.
For me though, being my first trip ever at age 40, I figured it would be like Six Flags: Some rides, some overpriced junk and a lot of headache. I was totally wrong. It really is a magical place. A place where things for your children are real. Hell...they ARE. They're all actually THERE!
My daughter (remember, this is a six year old) actually said to me on Friday as we were walking along, "Daddy, you know, Cinderella should be in non-fiction because she's really real."
She's right. Sharp as a tack, that one.
So, do dreams come true for us? No, not really...unless you count seeing them come true for your children.
I'll tell you this though: It's the fountain of youth. I was 10 again. I shit you not, folks. I saw the world one more time like I did when I was a kid. Full of fun, happiness, love and good times. Nothing other than that existed.
If you've never been, if your kid has never been, for God's sake drop what you're doing and grab your kids hand and get your ass to Disney World. Right now!
You'll thank me. I mean really...where else can you play with your kid and you actually are their age? Trust me. You will be their age. Just one more time...and you'll see EVERYTHING the same as they do. A wonderful, beautiful place where there is no pain, no sorrow, no bullshit...none of that. Only love, fun, dreams and good times.
All the best,
Tom