Um... I can't say I remember it much. I was with my abuser alone and it was August in Florida- bloody hot. He wanted to see Epcot Center and I wanted to see all the little kid things (even tho I was 18). The other two things that stand out for me beyond this instance were that we swam across "shark lagoon" and I had a panic attack halfway across after seeing a hammerhead and an octopus; and that after a particularly difficult day where my dad nearly tried to strangle the bus passenger who cut in front of him on the way back to the hotel (and I had to break up a fight), I sat at a "character breakfast" feeling glum and Eeyore came over. We looked at each other sadly for a moment (dad was getting breakfast at the bar) and gave each other a long hug. That really helped.