My goal for this post was to write my favorite childhood memory, but so many of them start well but end up pretty shitty. Like my family and I went on vacation to Disney World when I was 12. BUT my brother did not want to go and complained the entire time. We went in June and it was really fucking hot and there were huge crowds. My dad had recently had back surgery and could not ride any of the rides. Everyone was bitchy. My mom made me wear halter tops but wouldn’t let me wear a bra, even though I already had uncomfortably large boobs. I was awkward and sweaty and uncomfortable all the time. Then we had breakfast with the characters from my favorite at the time, Winnie the Pooh. And it was so cool and exciting, and when I got Piglet’s autograph he stole my pen. And when I told my dad he went up there and was like you stole my daughter’s pen, and Piglet did the giggle face, and pulled out a huge handful of pens, so I picked mine out and went back to the table. My brother said he saw Pooh take his head off. I mean I was 12 and I knew they weren’t really real, but I just started crying really loud in the restaurant. My brother was so proud of himself for making me feel like shit. I remember him just sitting there laughing, even when both my parents yelled at him. Welcome to the happiest place on earth. I’m sure I have good memories. I must, right?