I'm still mad about a missed childhood experience. My choir went to Disney World to perform. My parents said I didn't give them enough notice to go. I had a solo, did fundraising all year. They were on vacation when I got told the balance so I called to tell them and they said no.

The memory got brought up because my daughter will be going to Disney Land in February for her Symphony. I'm excited for her and still angry at my parents for not letting me go on what was a great experience for the rest of the class. I was stripped of my solo had to sit there.

That was an opportunity of a lifetime my parents were jerks and didn't let me go. They had money they just didn't want me to travel without their supervision, they feared kidnapping and stuff. My mom says they just didn't have it in the budget. Like they couldn't have used a credit card. It was 350 dollars in 1991. A trip the school did every three years. I know I talked about it.

My dad made money and saved money. And wouldn't let me go. No matter how much time passes I can't forgive them for that.