It's a Small World, after all...

Anyone that has been to a Disney theme park has a Small World story. Whether it's about the boats getting stuck and having to listen to the 16 bars of the theme song, to the lights going out, or the costumes being in disarray on the dolls...

Here's Mine:

The Ramsey Clan made our pilgrimage to Disney World 11 Aprils ago when Grace was 6 and Beth was 4. We spent the day in the hot mid April sun...dashing to mainstreet for Mickey's parade, standing in line to meet Cinderella, watching the Lion King, going on Mr. Toad's wild Ride, the Dumbo Ride, Mad Hatter Tea Cups--you name it.

Mr. Hubby and I were purposely avoiding the Small World ride...hoping to avoid having THAT SONG stuck in our heads for 6 months to come...but it was hot, and there was no line, and the cool, slow ride beckoned us to wander in. So we got in the boat --that was only half full--and we went thru the ride. (with our fingers in our ears).

When we walked out, Beth (4 years old) said to Grace (6 years old) "it was okay, but I didn't see any American children."

I was amazed. I couldn't remember any American children either. So much to Mr. Hubby's objections, we got back in line and got into another half full boat. And we looked. Russian children...Chinese children...Peruvian children...Bolivian children...Canadian children...Japanese children...British children...French children...

As we exited the ride, Beth said, "I still didn't see any American Children."

And Grace replied,  "The American Children were in the boats."

We are all seeking community I guess. Sometimes it's under our nose.

LKR




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