Cute picture
And this brings up a painful memory for me. Let me set the stage. It’s the summer of 1979. I was 10 years old and visiting DisneyWorld for the first and only time in my life. I was so excited. I was going on my first plane ride and I was looking forward to having my very own Mickey Mouse ears. We were going to be there for three days. I knew from past family vacations that no souvenirs are bought until the last day. You can all see where this is going. The last day a tropical storm came to shore and we didn’t go. I was willing to risk it. I just had to have those ears, but my parents said it was too dangerous. I think I cried on the plane ride home. My only souvenirs were a painful sunburn, the Delta wings pin the flight attendant gave me, and a Mickey Mouse ears shaped childhood trauma.
I weep for my 10 year old self