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Mickey Mouse and Friends

This month is Mickey Mouse's Birthday. Let's write about him and his friends.

I like this prompt. It brings back so many good memories for me. When I was ten I got appendicitis. I had my appendix removed, but the point is I was already out of school because of my surgery so my mom and my brother decided to surprise my sister and I with a trip to Disney World in Florida. For a ten year old whose life consisted for the most part of hospitals and doctors. This was the trip of a lifetime for me. I will not soon forget it. Mommy was afraid to fly in an airplane so she made my brother Skipper drive from Wildwood, New Jersey where we lived then to Orlando, Florida. My Aunt Toni happened to live in Florida so we were able to stay at her house while we were there.

A memory that is vivid about that is this one...

We were are at the parade in Disney World, I was excited because I was getting to see all the Disney characters. I loved all of them I didn't have a favorite one yet, but that was soon about to change. I sat quietly as the parade went by smiling from ear to ear as each character passed. When Snow White came past me she was carrying a bunch of balloons. I'm not sure why, but she skipped over to my wheelchair and tied the balloons to my chair. She kissed me on the cheek and she skipped away! I got so excited. I was so happy for the rest of the day.

I guess you know who became my favorite Disney Character after that right, but My brother Skipper wasn't with us when we went to the parade so when he was putting my wheelchair in the car to leave he let my balloons go. I cried all night.

My mother explained to him why I was so sad because Snow White had given them to me.

My brother said, well its no big deal we'll just go to the parade again tonight or tomorrow and maybe Snow White will give her balloons again...

My mother said, "Well you better hope so. Marcy doesn't ask for much."

We did go to the parade again that night; low and behold Snow White came over to my wheelchair and gave me another bunch of balloons—I was a happy little girl.

As I look back now I don't doubt that my brother made sure that happened the second time.