Disney World...

... is my happy place. It's where all, literally ALL of my childhood dreams came true. I sometimes feel like nothing can ever top being Cinderella. I know something, many things, will. But at 1:30am when my mind is restless and I keep doing the dances from parades I was in or relive each and every Spectromagic light parade I waved from the pumpkin carriage; I talk in my sleep in Mary Poppins' accent sometimes, and tell Pinocchio he's a real boy, just like I did when I was the Blue Fairy. I don't so much dream of being Snow White's Evil Stepmother, but she was such a bad ass to do in the "Globe" parade; Being Belle in France at Epcot rocked... and I remember when a bunch of my friends came to visit me at Ariel's Grotto when I donned the purple shells... The first time I put on the Pluto costume I felt like a stuffed animal, but all the sweat and passing out and disgusting sweat was worth it when a 1 year old toddled up to me and said, "PUTO" as her first word. Seriously. I cried... well, it might have been sweat but the emotions were there... :) Every kid I smiled with, every baby I held, every autograph I signed... I would not trade it in for anything, nor can anything ever take its place in my heart. It is mine... it did it for myself, by myself and it shaped the way I look at true blessings that only God can give. I love that place...
I remember that my Grandma's and parent's in Disney was the last time I ever saw my Mom's Mom healthy; the fact that at 72 years old she'd never been there- she fell in love with Chip and Dale, made me cry when we saw eachother during Spectromagic (me as Cindy, her as Grandma watching her Granddaughter be Cindy), and made me laugh hysterically when we went on "Dinosaur" in Animal Kingdom. The last and greatest memory I have of her... I'll take it.