When I was 9 ( a million years ago) my family went to
Disneyland. This was back in the day when you bought tickets... different colors for different rides. We were ready to leave, but I really wanted to ride on Peter Pan's Flight one last time. I 'accidentally' got separated from my family. I was so lost. But before I went to our pre-arranged meeting place ( I guess my parents knew me better than I thought they did) I went on the ride one last time.
I cry at all fireworks shows except Illuminations.
I'm not crazy about parades.
Peter Pan has been my first ride every trip to WDW.