Disney Disaster

The summer of '05 held a number of memories for me, but none more prominent then my families Christmas Break Disney Extravaganza.  It was the first of my families trip's I could actually remember, and if there is one thing I remember clearly about the trip was not the outrageous food, or the coasters or any attractions for that matter.  The most memorable experience of this trip was the fact that this trip took place within my "anger teen" years; and I loved to make my parents remember it. 

The trip was with extended family, my aunt and her two children (Andrea a year younger than me, and Ryan who just started grade 6), my grandma and of course my family.  My mom is the type of women who plans every last moment so that between activities you have barely anytime to think, little lone enjoy yourself.  Dad's more laid back, someone I always got along with but we did have our history of spats.  My grandma (affectionaltly known as Mon) is a saint who I could never be angry at.  But there are two people who went on that trip, instructed by God to tourture me for my wrong doings by doing everything I can't stand.  My aunt and her son.  Normally I am fine with going over to there home and getting along fine with them for a few hours, but this was a week.  A week of loud, abnocious, picky eating, cover stealing, shower hogging, only-going-on-one-ride-because-the-rest-are-stupid, but worst of all is my aunt waking up in the kind of mood that the only thing she wants to do is annoy her grumpy nephew (me) by yelling in his ear before he wakes up every morning.  I was furious. 

As a result my Disney experience was ruined forever.  Sure, I enjoyed the food, some of the rides, but whenever we would arrive back at our hotel room, no amount of Disney magic could make me forget about the harsh reality I now faced; my loud aunt. 

Of course looking back now it's obvious I was being completely inappropriate, but it's still funny to look back and think of how a grumpy mood ruined Disney.