Unlike many of the lucky ducks I went to middle school with, I didn't get
to go to Disney World until I was 18. It was the summer of 1995, I had just
graduated and was taking my last band trip with the Rose Bud High School
Rambler Band to the All-American Music Festival in Orlando. Our itenerary
included 2 days at Disney World, and our director (my dad, by the way)
decided that those two days should be spent at Magic Kingdom and Epcot. It
was love at first sight. I had a blast! It was the most wonderful experience
of my life! All I knew is that I had to work there.
The next summer, the summer after my freshman year in college, my family
decided to go back to Florida again, since we had such a great time during
the first trip. So we packed up our bags and headed to sunny Orlando for
an entire week of theme park fun! Again, I was amazed at the magic atmosphere
created at the Disney parks. I thought back to something I had heard about
from a friend of mine, something about a web page with information about
a college program at Disney World. But, somehow, it got pushed to the back of
my mind, and I forgot about it. But not for long...
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