My dad was a country farmer who seldom traveled out of North Carolina. He ran a dairy farm for a man old enough to be his father. That man's only child and five grand children moved to Florida, he went to visit and everyone went to Disney World the first year it opened. When he came back, he told my dad that it was the most wonderful place -- fun, clean, safe. My dad decided we should go. He went to a travel agent and got a package for the three of us. I was a freshman in college. We stayed offsite and went to MK two days. I mostly remember the dark rides. Even my mother, who is a nervous ninnie enjoyed them. Everyone was talking about Space Mountain, though, which had just opened. My dad decided we should ride that, too. My mother read the warnings and decided against it, but my dad was ready to go. He had never been on a roller coaster before and expected Pirates of the Carribean with a space theme. It was not what he expected. When he got off, he said that he decided if he got off of there alive he would never do anything like that again! It's been 35 years, but he still asks anyone whose been to WDW if they rode Space Mountain and proudly tells them he did.