“So, where do ya’ll want to go for spring break?” my dad casually asked at the dinner table one night. After a few ideas being thrown around –going to the beach, camping in Colorado, or even Washington D.C., the perfect solution came to my mind. Somewhere I’d never been before, but have been wanting to ever since I could remember. Somewhere every child wishes they could go – Disney World.

As a kid, I’d always loved all things Disney. As I’ve grown older, I’ve gotten even more obsessed. Now I absolutely love Tangled, Beauty and the Beast, and Winnie the Pooh. My Tumblr has totally been taken over by screen caps and animations from Disney movies and pictures of live characters from Disneyland and Disney World. My iPod has an entire playlist entitled “Soundtracks” composed of my favorite songs from Disney movies. Maybe the longevity of my obsession has something to do with my reluctancy to grow up and do something with my life. I would much rather watch Aladdin than, say, research colleges or finish my driver’s ed bookwork. I’m not really sure why, but I just absolutely love the classic Disney formula; the girl and the boy fall in love, a lot of conflict happens, and then there’s a happy ending. Every time.

Most kids first go to Disney World when they’re younger than seven, however, I’ve managed to go almost 17 years without once even considering going. I don’t even know how that happens. It seems to be a regular occurrence in most people’s lives, at least once. True, as a child I wasn’t as completely obsessed with Disney as some kids are, but now that I am, why should that be an excuse to not go now? If anything, I’ll be able to appreciate and remember it more than kids who go when they’re five.

Unfortunately, it’s too far away, and it’s too expensive, so I won’t be going anytime soon. But one day, I’ll definitely take my kids to the most magical place on earth.