My only trip to WDW was when I was eight. Most of what I remembered were legs and purses, because it was incredibly crowded (Easter time frame, 1977). I remember hearing the Mickey Mouse Parade, hearing the fireworks, and looking up at my mom, who was taking pictures with her Polaroid, way up there in grown-up-height-land. When I was actually on the rides, though, they were quite memorable (Mission to Mars, Dumbos, Haunted Mansion, etc.) That was just the Magic Kingdom (as long, and a little wider than Kings Island's parking lot), and it took us two days to see "everything," or so reminisced my Dad over Christmas dinner a couple weeks ago. I only remember how "TV-like" everything felt; like it was all part of the land from which all those wonderful cartoons came. At that time, though, Kings Island felt that way, too, and there was much more Hanna Barbera to watch than there was Disney, or so I remember.