Alphabet Challenge: D

I’ve signed onto The Blogging from A to Z April Challenge 2021.

The challenge is to blog the whole alphabet in April and write at least 100 words on a topic that corresponds to the letter of the day. 

Every day, excluding Sundays, I’m blogging about Places I Have Been. The last post will be on Friday, April 30 when I finally focus on the letter Z. 

D: Disney World

I know some folks go to Disney World yearly. Yes, they do. I have gone three times. The second time, I learned a lesson. 

In 1978, when my children were seven and nine, we went to Disney World for the first time taking my mother with us. We rendezvoused with family who lived in Florida: my mother’s sister and her daughter, my cousin Evelyn and her family. The third and last time, three years ago, my daughter and I took my three grandsons there for the first, and so far, only time. Both visits were joyous, memorable events. 

On that second visit in the early 90’s, I flew down from D.C to meet up with my friend, Lois, who was attending a conference at one of the Disney World hotels. She extended her stay afterward so we could explore Disney World together. We laughed, walked, laughed, ate, laughed, reminisced and laughed some more. 

On our departure day, a severe winter storm hit the Midwest but Lois was able to fly back to Chicago. I sat on the plane parked on the tarmac for two hours before my flight was cancelled. The earliest I could get a ticket back home was in two days. Luckily, I was able to rebook the room Lois and I had shared. Later that day, I roamed Epcot with little enthusiasm to explore or taste the variety of foods. The next day I ate all my meals at the hotel and walked the grounds for entertainment.  

Lesson: Disney World is no fun alone. 

By Marianna Crane

After a long career in nursing--I was one of the first certified gerontological nurse practitioners--I am now a writer. My writings center around patients I have had over the years that continue to haunt my memory unless I record their stories. In addition, I write about growing older, confronting ageism, creativity and food. My memoir, "Stories from the Tenth Floor Clinic: A Nurse Practitioner Remembers" is available where ever books are sold.


  1. Try taking your inner child, next time. But no, Disney World is more fun with children or friends, for sure. Alone, it’s mostly overpriced and a simulation of the places you might really want to go, with the freedom (and money!) to travel alone. To my great disappointment, as a child, it hardly had any rides to speak of, and I was spoiled already on Cedar Point, in Sandusky, OH. To experience the “magic” of Disney, you have to be a child, be with a child, or be able to see through the eyes of your own inner child long enough to willingly suspend disbelief.


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