Category Archives: Remember When

Desperately Seeking Donald


Places: Florida #4: Go to Disney World (Summer 2002)


It’s every child’s dream to go to Disney World. What could possibly be more exciting than giant castles and every Disney character you could imagine coming to life before your eyes? And as indisputable proof that they existed, you could even collect their signatures in an autograph book. So, naturally, that was what I set out to do. Getting autographs was the big thing back in my day. The more you had, the cooler you were. And word on the street was that the hardest autograph to get was Donald’s.

So, throughout all the adventures, I kept my eyes peeled. I had a grand old time at Splash Mountain (Read: I threw a fit because I was so terrified of anything remotely roller coaster-ish, and then I wanted to do it again after we went). I decided to be brave and go on Goofy’s Barnstormer Roller coaster (it’s a junior roller coaster that goes 25mph and only lasts for one minute). And I practiced the skill of keeping my eyes closed during the Haunted Mansion (Not because I was scared; it’s a valuable skill to have. Since then it has come in handy for several naps and a handful of Goosebumps movies).

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Impersonating Irwin


Places: Everglades NP, Florida #2: Have a Steve Irwin moment

IMG_1199I had to reach deep into the memory file for this one, back to the sweet days in ’02 when I was busy creating projects about saving the Amazon River Dolphins from extinction and my obsession with Steve Irwin was still going strong. He was my childhood hero; anyone who wrestled crocodiles and was utterly unafraid of all things reptilian was capable of earning my complete admiration. I used to walk around the house holding those wooden slithering snakes by the tail and shouting “Blimey, he bit me!” in a horrendous Australian accent.

But my more genuine Steve Irwin moment came when I got the chance to go to an alligator farm and hold a baby alligator. (Apparently, alligator farming is legit; they ride around on John Deere tractors and plant corn with their little alligator hands. I found it all very impressive).

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Consider Yourself Served


Which came first? The Bucket List or the Bucket List Blog? The answer is the egg. Think about it, the chicken had to come from somewhere. Does that answer your question? Well, yes, it probably does. But it doesn’t answer mine, so I’ll also add that the Bucket List came before the Bucket List Blog. Hence, there are inevitably things that I knocked off the list before my blogging career commenced. Therefore, I have chosen to retrospectively blog about certain experiences that I deem worthy of mention. Henceforth and thereforemoreto**, I will periodically be posting “Remember When’s” or stories of Bucket List adventures that happened further in the past.

Here Begins the First Remember When:

603080_10200480199631513_1109943019_nEver since I learned that sledding on trays was a thing, I’ve wanted to do it. In fact, it’s arguably the only reason I even decided to go to college (never mind the fact that I chose to be in the South). But let’s be honest, tray sledding is probably the most quintessential college pastime you can think of (once you rule out all of the colleges that don’t have snow or hills or fun people and if you don’t count partying, flunking out of Calc, throwing couches out of windows, and more partying). Needless to say, I felt like tray sledding was a right of passage and something that every college citizen–nay, every citizen of the world–ought to do before they die.

This conclusion led me to the task of absconding with a tray from my dining hall on one snowy night in January. Living in Richmond means you must seize every opportunity to enjoy wintry activities before the one glorious inch of snow we get three nights a year chooses to melt away. So, now was the time. I decided the best way to steal a tray would be to stuff it in my coat and pretend that my newfound bulk had simply resulted from having eaten too many hush puppies at dinner.

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