Disney World of Dreams! - My Family Travels

Nobody expected what would happen while we there. High school is a mean place, full of cliques and drama. Which is why we were all shocked when none of that followed us to our little oasis in Florida. Everybody was everyone’s friend in Disney World. None of the stupid things that divided us before mattered. We were the senior class of Da Vinci High School, four months from graduating and happy just to be together. It was almost as if there was a bubble around us, keeping all the bad things out.

The funny part about the trip was that you probably could have just rented us a hotel and all would have been good. I remember everyone running around from room to room, playing dodge ball off the balconies and changing ten millions times all in the first few hours we were there. The first night we had dinner at Planet Hollywood, I got lost on the way there with someone I hadn’t spent much time with at all and by the time we found the restaurant it was like we had never been apart.

The next few days were hectic. We conquered our fears as we rode elevators that drop for no reason and hid from robotic dinosaurs. We mended old friendships as we wormed our way through the crowd to watch the fireworks over Cinderella’s castle and we made new ones as we waited in lines that seemed miles long. We even ordered food to our room at midnight, just because we could.

But the fact remained that is was still high school and so pranks were played. Shoes were hid in safes, beds were pushed together, people locked out and the front desk was called. It was all in good fun though.  The perfect example of people enjoying each other’s  company, from mid-day pizza parties to midnight pool parties.

There is no doubt in my mind that the rides at Disney World are awesome, or even that the Physics program they woke us up at five am to do wasn’t that bad. The Tower of Terror will always be the coolest thing I know and I will never pass a Woody doll again with out thinking about the debate of who is cooler, him or Buzz.  But when I remember Disney World and my senior class trip it won’t be what I did there at all. It will be the people I was with and the memories I made. Isn’t that the measure of a true vacation? What it really means when it’s all over?

When we got back to school the following week a lot of things went back to normal, but not everything. Because deep down every one of us remembered how it was in Disney. How we some how managed to survive a two hour lay over, how we raced to get back to the hotel in time and how our dreams really did come true when we were together. We all remembered what it was like to be a kid again and I couldn’t have asked for a better trip right before I start college and enter adulthood.


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