This is mind-blowy to me. Disney[world|land] was, for any kids in my neighborhood or school, or relatives, who got to go (and there weren’t many) a super-special occasion.
I finally went to d’world when I was about 30, when WorldCon was in Orlando. Me and a half-dozen or so friends, all alumni of the campus science fiction club. It was a lot of fun, and impressive, but I couldn’t see going back for a while . . . in part because I heard it changed.
My sister took my nieces twice, a few years apart . . . which seemed kind of sacriligious to me.
