
I vividly remember my childhood trip to Disney World, Florida, from the newly opened Splash Mountain to chasing iconic characters for autographs. My family were savers, and this was a big trip for us. My dad picked America as the destination during the Gulf war, when flights to the US were cheap, stayed in a motel nearby and drove into the park for two days, with sandwiches in our backpacks and a strict no-merch policy. Those two days are all I can remember from a two-week holiday to Orlando, such is the power of Disney over a young brain.
