Disney World!!!

Scott and I getting suprised by the news about going to Disney!

When I was 5 years old, my parents came into my bedroom at 4am to wake me up.  I could smell the delicious scent of my favorite banana waffles, which encouraged me to get out of bed. They got my brother (Scott) and I up, dressed, and fed. As we were about to head out the door they put our child size disney suticases in front of us. Mom exclaimed; “WE ARE GOING TO DISNEY WORLD IN FLORIDA” , and Dad said “say cheese” as mom snapped a photo of me and Scott’s suprised and shocked reactions. We both were jumping up and down and had a smiles from ear to ear. Mom and Dad packed up the car, and we drove off to the Manchester airport. It was our first plane ride as a family, and I was unbeleivably excited! My hyperactiveness reminded mom and dad of the energizer bunny.

Since I was only 5 years old, the happy memories come back to me in bits and pieces, but I do remember running around, seeing the princess castle, riding lots of fun rides, and just overall having a blast. It has been 17 years since that day, I am now 22 years old and ready to go back to Disney World to experience all of the exciting changes they have made.

This excited and hyper emotion that my parents have told me all about reminds me of how I felt when I finally figured out what my plan B was when my plan A failed. It took me a while to realize that life is not perfect and that sometimes it takes plan B, C or even D to find your true calling and true happiness. Once I found my plan B, it was easy to make career goals and focus on my education, everything seemed to be falling back into place. I had that excited and hyper emotion all over again. Just like I did when I was 5 years old finding out about my suprise trip to disney world.

Scott and I in our matching outfits in front of the Princess Castle.

Scott and I have always been very close, so when my plan A failed, I was very lost. I reached out to my older brother, like I had done my whole life. He encouraged me to do whatever makes me the happiest, convinced me that I am not a failure, and made me laugh so that I could wipe away the tears. When I “failed” out of the nursing program by 0.04% I felt like a complete failure. Nobody, not even my parents, best friends, teachers, etc. could pull me out of the rut that I felt like I was stuck in. The one and only person who made me feel like I AM NOT A FAILURE was my big brother. I will forever be grateful for everything that Scott has done for me. I am also very thankful that my parents constantly encouraged/forced me and my brother to be best friends and to get along.

Disney started out my young life with positvity and excitement, and led to a strong bond between my brother and I that can never be broken. For that reason, Disney World will always have a special place in my heart.

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2 comments

  1. You remind us all who are attempting tough challenges that failing does not have to be the end of the world, but rather a teaching moment which urges us forward. I grew up hearing p, ‘if at first you don’t succeed, try, try again,’ and the idea helped me to pick myself back up whenever I fell. As we all know, success after failure is even that much sweeter! And often times it’s the ones we love and admire who are there to remind us of the veracity of that old saying. It would help to know what plan B means as far as your IDS major as well. Words to check: exclaims, plane —
    Great photos and a wonderful story! I wonder how you might tie in themes of success, delightful surprise and brotherly support as you delve into your research and applied Project.

  2. This is such a great example of an excited childhood experience. I can really feel how excited and shocked you were when you were told you were going to Disney. It is truly amazing how an event you may not have thought would impact your life so much, can make help mold you into who you are.

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