I was born in the Disney Decade; the first movie my parents took me to see was the Lion King. My earliest memory was having a Snow White and the Seven Dwarfs themed birthday party when I was three. When I was six, I remember getting my pig tails pulled by Br’er Bear on my first trip to Disney World. After my younger sister became old enough we started going to the parks almost annually. Not only because we love it, but because my parents do to. My parents enjoy it so much they have brought nieces and nephews, and have allowed my sister and me to bring a friend with us. This was not because we are rich by any means; they just have the mentality that every child deserves to go to Disney World. The majority of my happiest of memories have
