When my parents were several months away from celebrating their 50th Wedding Anniversary, they decided the whole family should go somewhere special. My father thought we should go to our favorite restaurant, but my mother had bigger plans. So, on the day before Thanksgiving, in 2002,
most of us boarded a plane for Orlando. My father was not a fan of air travel, so he and mom packed up the car and headed south. We met at Disney World and for the next 4 days did almost everything as a family. Looking back on the trip, I have concluded there is truly something magical about that place. In the 4 days we were there, not one argument occurred.