I suppose because I’m a romance author, I should pick the year I got married—1998—as my favorite year. Sixteen years ago, on a sunny, but very windy Saturday in April, I put on a white dress I just picked off a rack at JC Penney, said “I do,” and agreed to chase happily ever after with this cute computer geek.
To be honest, neither of us was really psyched about the wedding part. We just wanted to get to Disney World after the ceremony, so much so that we wanted to forego the reception nonsense. There were relatives who disagreed with that plan to the point of threatening not to attend the church part at all. Therefore, a quickie brunch buffet was tacked on after the church, but we still booked it out of there in search of Mickey Mouse after eating our fill of French toast.
I was particularly excited about going to Florida. I had never been before. In fact, I’d never really been anywhere before besides New England. I’d never flown. This was my big chance to see the world… or a Small World anyway, which by the way, completely freaked me out. I have pediophobia—a fear of dolls—so that ride almost sent me over the edge, but I absolutely loved everything else.
I dropped from the Tower of Terror.
I got wet on Splash Mountain.
I finally knew what was inside that huge golf ball at Epcot.
I witnessed fireworks like I’d never seen them before—and I LOVE fireworks. I think it has something to do with being a July baby.
I ate waffles in the shape of Mickey Mouse, which somehow taste better than regular waffles.
I saw lions and tigers and children throwing tantrums at Animal Kingdom.
I sailed with pirates and sang “Yo ho!” as we traveled.
I bought the obligatory souvenirs at outrageous prices.
I watched stunt shows and musicals.
I walked until I thought my legs just might fall off and then walked some more.
And the best part was I got to do all these things with my bestest friend—the guy who thought spending forever with me would be a good idea.
So, yeah. 1998. A great year, but you know what? The ones after that have been pretty awesome too.
I’m interested if you had a year you’d like to erase from your history. Is there a year you’d like to wipe out and have a do-over?