kristabelle13
DIS Veteran
- Joined
- Jun 28, 2013
It always is so welcome ;-) lolThis made me giggle. I love how it's a very different "mini joy!"
It always is so welcome ;-) lolThis made me giggle. I love how it's a very different "mini joy!"
I know it's a ride and not technically a mini joy, but the POC is so special to me. I went to Disneyland with my family when I was seven years old and didn't go back for 29 years. I live in Texas and never gave it a thought until I decided to take my own kids. It was on that second trip that I felt like I had stepped out of a time machine, experiencing emotions I hadn't felt for almost 30 years. And all I could think about was the memory of my father, who would die 6 months after that first trip.
On the POC, when you hear that slow banjo and everything gets real quiet, I felt like he was right there sitting next to me. Then you enter that other world and you can't remember anything outside of it for as long you're there.
We've gone every year since. I've forgotten to get a dole whip, forgotten to get a picture in front of the castle, forgotten to ride Dumbo, shake hands with Mickey, and even forgotten to ride It's a Small World. But I've never forgotten to ride the POC. It's the only must because it's the only one that I can remember every second of that first experience, with my father sitting next to me, lost in the magic of Disney.
This next trip was actually paid for by my mom, as a final gift before her sun set.
OK, I literally wanted to bawl after reading this sentence! My mum passed away in 2011 and I still miss her terribly! I hope your trip is every bit as special as I'm sure she'd hoped it would be!
As for my 'mini joys': Storybook land canal boats at opening, when all the ducks are sleeping beside the little houses, and taking 'empty park' pictures at closing time, to name just a couple!
I too have very special memories of my dad on POC. He hated theme parks, or any crowded places really, but loved Disneyland. My grandparents lived in Anaheim and we would visit once a year. We always had a strategy for the day, even back when there ticket books. Haunted Mansion, Space Mountain, and POC were his favorites, but my most vivid memories are of riding with him on POC. He loved that ride, and I was such a daddy's girl. It was such a special time for us. He is still alive, but lives in another country and we don't have a relationship anymore (it's complicated) so I still get a little emotional every time we are on that ride.I know it's a ride and not technically a mini joy, but the POC is so special to me. I went to Disneyland with my family when I was seven years old and didn't go back for 29 years. I live in Texas and never gave it a thought until I decided to take my own kids. It was on that second trip that I felt like I had stepped out of a time machine, experiencing emotions I hadn't felt for almost 30 years. And all I could think about was the memory of my father, who would die 6 months after that first trip.
On the POC, when you hear that slow banjo and everything gets real quiet, I felt like he was right there sitting next to me. Then you enter that other world and you can't remember anything outside of it for as long you're there.
We've gone every year since. I've forgotten to get a dole whip, forgotten to get a picture in front of the castle, forgotten to ride Dumbo, shake hands with Mickey, and even forgotten to ride It's a Small World. But I've never forgotten to ride the POC. It's the only must because it's the only one that I can remember every second of that first experience, with my father sitting next to me, lost in the magic of Disney.