When my daughter was five, we took her to Disneyworld one Christmas and there was a total downpour.
We sought shelter in the lobby of Cinerella’s palace. Apparently we weren’t the only ones with that idea. In fact, there were so many people that we were packed more tightly than a Tokyo subway at rush hour.
It was no fun for me, but it was even less fun for my poor daughter who was basically eye-level with everyones’ butts. I felt so bad for her.
Ever since, we have referred to Disneyworld as “Butt World.”
In high school, she got to go there on a class trip and so had a better experience.
But still, in our family, it is ever called “Butt World.”
That’s funny. We took our daughter there on her 5th birthday and there was a downpour then also - December 27, 1978....Had planned that special day for her birthday surprise for a long time. It was a dreadful day and I swore I would never go back. We lived about 15 minutes from Disneyland and I never did. Our daughter went several times while in high school but not her mother - no thanks. Every line we stood in that day had very rude people from “all nations”, pushing and shoving. When we had had it and were ready to leave the park by catching a tram to our car in the downpour, a foreigner (woman) shoved ahead of us to enter the tram and she literally dislodged my hand from the post I was holding onto...I loudly protested the rudeness of certain patrons...My husband had already said his piece about rude foreigners while we were in line at “It’s a Small World”. Appropriate for that, right? Fortunately, the bad/sad experience didn’t ruin it for our daughter.