As a little girl, there was a simple tradition in my family. It went something like this:
"Sprinkles, what do you want for your birthday/Christmas/etc?"
"I want to go to Disney World!"
Okay, so it was more like a tradition for me and an annoyance for my poor parents. Seriously, I had been to Walt Disney World three times by the time I was nine years old.
"How many more times," they thought, "Could she want to go?"
If they only knew.
