Disney World is the most magical place on Earth and anyone who disagrees is lying to themselves.

I grew up fairly close to the Orlando parks (pre-Animal Kingdom and back when Hollywood Studios was MGM Studios) and my Mom would take me quite often. I’m pretty sure the majority of my childhood photos were taken at Disney. And since my family moved back to the Sunshine State we’ve all become annual pass holders. Even though I live literally on the other side of the globe I still visit enough during the one to two times a year I’m home to make it worth it.

For my 25th birthday I dragged my brother away from his summer of video games and the two of us hit Magic Kingdom, Mickey ears and all! Even amidst the screaming children (and their parents, who I quickly realized were my age) it was a magical day.

At least up until the point I bruised a couple ribs on Thunder Mountain Railroad, because that’s the type of thing that would happen to me…