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I was alive in '85

Thank you for all the Disney help!

I think we have finally decided where to stay and when to go. Now to make reservations for dinner and breakfast!

I haven't been to Disney World since 1985. I went for one day with some relatives. I remember riding Space Mountain and the parade. And that's it. And I was 15! I sure hope my kids remember more than one ride and a parade.

When I called Disney for information the girl asked if I had ever visited before. And then she asked when, I told her, and she giggled. Giggled! My guess is she wasn't even alive in 1985 and probably doesn't think Disney Word existed. Well, it did. I don't know how much of it existed, but I know Space Mountain was there.

A couple of days later I called Disney again. The girl that answered reviewed my information that I had given last time and said "and the last time you visited was in 1995". I corrected her!

The other girl didn't even believe me. She couldn't believe that there was life in 1985. I wish I still had my green extra long tank top with Mickey's face on it that I got way back in the dark ages of 1985. I would take it right up to that girl and show her that yes, even Mickey was alive in 1985.

Ooh, that sounds like a senior class motto. Mickey Mouse was alive, We're the class of '85!

And if that incident wasn't enough. Sunday morning at church some friends of mine found out what year I graduated from high school and looked at me like I should have a cane and orthopedic shoes.

Come on people! 40 is the new 20, or something like that. This is my year. I thought about losing 40 pounds to commemorate this great event, but the way its going it looks like I may be adding 40 pounds! HA! Just kidding, I hope!

Comments

Kelley said…
You are so funny! You guys will have a blast at Disney.
Anonymous said…
Hey, when I was in the Marine Corps I went to DISNEYLAND. There was no such place as DISNEY WORLD.
I don't even think old Walt had a drivers license back then...he was so young.
Y.D.

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