When my three daughters were teenagers, we decided we needed a girl trip.  The girls all voted on a Disneyland trip.  We went in early May, which was off-season for Disneyland, so the prices were lower. 

The first day in Disneyland, we were having an amazing time; eating Mickey waffles for breakfast, going on all the rides we wanted, having root beer floats and fries for lunch.  The day was overcast and misty.  It was not raining, but the mist was constant.  This was great because it kept the temperature moderate, except my naturally curly hair turned into a tight ball of curls.

Little Did I Know

Little did I know that my hair was the least of my worries that day.

The four of us were walking out of the Castle’s tunnel into tomorrow land, when I had a bucket full of green, stinky slim hit the top of my head, and drip down my back.  I was dripping in stinky, sticky, green goo.  My hair and white shirt were covered. 

At first, I thought that someone had vomited on me from a ride.  Then I realized that there was no ride in sight.  The mist had loosened all the moss, bird droppings, and dirt on the Castle roof tiles. All that mess descended on my head.

My daughters were horrified.  It smelled so bad.

Cast Member to the Rescue

I headed to the nearest restroom to survey the damage and to try to clean up.  A cast member must have seen what happened because she followed me into the restroom.  I was attempting to wash the gunk out of my hair in the sink.  She immediately left but returned shortly with some shampoo and a clean Disney shirt.  By this time, my daughters were in hysterics.  They thought it was the funniest thing that they had ever seen.  They could not stop laughing.

We made a memory that day.  My girls still talk about the day that “the castle pooped on mom”. 

Leave a comment below of a memory you made.

See Ya Makin’ Memories!

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I am Wease, and my traveling days started early with a father that loved to travel. As a family, a large one, we always traveled and always by car. No matter how far we went, we made the famous road trip. My father’s mantra on these trips was “we are making memories”. No matter what happened on those trips, whether good or bad, we always made memories. These memories are very precious to me. My husband and I have continued this tradition in our family, with our children, of traveling and making memories. I have learned some valuable lessons and tricks and I plan to share these with you here. Here is what I live by: “The best things in life are the people we love, the places we have been, and the memories we have made along the way”. Anonymous

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