My sister is not the only one who conjures the magic. My parents are what you'd call Disney freaks too. When my dad proposed to my mom, he slipped Pluto the ring, then grabbed the camera and filmed as she caught on to the whole thing. When I was little, my dad would plop me on one of the couch cushions and lift me up over his head for a magic carpet ride, singing "I can show you the world." When I was Bat Mitzvahed, the party was, of course, Disney themed, but my dad crafted centerpieces and character murals out of paint, wood, and his memory. There was minimal tracing involved, if any.
While I'm 27, I've been to Disney far more times than that, since we often visit twice a year. I'm not trying to sound super extra or boastful about this Disney obsession of ours, because the truth is, our family vacations are very different than a lot of other people's. There's nothing new about the way we plan our trips. We've been to every park, every restaurant, and almost every hotel before. There's nothing extraordinary about how we secure our FastPasses or run around the parks to make sure we hit every spot.