Orlando, Florida - Me and Micky...................................

Believe it or not, one of those kids is a boy!

When we weren’t moaning because we couldn’t have another ice cream, or when we spent one single day not going to a theme park, we had a great time. We went to Disney Land and saw all the characters – I even danced with Goofy! A sort of little jive thing that was tragically caught on camera by my dad, who had hired one of those late-80s camcorders that were even bigger than today’s movie cameras. Thankfully he didn’t catch too much else (save for me spending most of the trip in a stripy vest) as he wasted most of the video footage filming a movie on Space Travel during a trip to NASA. Good camera work Dad!

We went to Disney World (where I ran from the queue of Space Mountain), and to Busch Gardens (where I ran from the queue of the Pirate Ship as it goes upside down), Sea World (where we all were bought inflatable animals – a shark, a croc, and an Orca. We all loved Shamu but that was before we realised that when any Shamu died, they just named another one Shamu and nobody seemed to notice) Wet N’ Wild (we got wet, and it was wild) and Epcot (Must have been pretty lame as I don’t remember Jack all about it). My old man bought me a Pittsburgh Steelers American Football Helmet, and he also took me to a Powerboat Grand Prix in Fort Lauderdale. Chris Bush won the race and gave me his hat, and I made friends with this American kid in the pits and he asked how I managed to get the hat. I told him Chris Bush was my Dad, and then after a while when my dad called for me I said to this kid that it was just my sad uncle. 10-year-old kids can be real bastards. When I came back everyone I knew was so jealous that I had been to Florida. It would be the equivalent now of having a 10-year-old with a new mobile with a crazy frog ringtone.