I am obsessed with all things Disney.
Yes, that’s right; this tattooed, thirty-one year old chick still obsesses over the Mouse and all his anthropomorphic friends. And don’t even get me started on the princesses. My dream as a child was to work in the theme park as a performer/princess extraordinaire.
Like any child in central Florida, I grew up in the “house of the Mouse,” and Disney World was our backyard. It is where we went for birthdays, “Nana is visiting” days, and holidays. By the time I was 10 years old, I could navigate the Magic Kingdom without a map.
You would think trips to the park would become old hat, that the Magic Kingdom would lose its “magic.” While I did develop a painfully low tolerance for long lines, every trip was something special. I felt a tinge of excitement…