I'm a 46-year old widow who travels most of the time to Disney alone. While I love it now, when I first started going solo, I felt weird and self-conscious. That is, until my Mom gave me a packet of things that she had kept from my Grandfather's house after he died. He had taken a solo trip to Florida in 1974, and as fate would have it, not only did he go to Disney, he went the year I was born.
In it was his Disney ticket book with A-E attraction tickets still in it (he seemed to like C and D attractions the most), his parking pass, and a postcard booklet with receipt still in its little WDW bag. All of it was in mint condition. Knowing him, he kept them all pressed in something. Now, I keep it all among my Disney keepsakes that I try to keep preserved, as well.
It was then that it dawned on me, if Grandpa could do it, so could I. After all, it's in my blood.
In it was his Disney ticket book with A-E attraction tickets still in it (he seemed to like C and D attractions the most), his parking pass, and a postcard booklet with receipt still in its little WDW bag. All of it was in mint condition. Knowing him, he kept them all pressed in something. Now, I keep it all among my Disney keepsakes that I try to keep preserved, as well.
It was then that it dawned on me, if Grandpa could do it, so could I. After all, it's in my blood.
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