I know sages wiser than me advise parents not to live vicariously through their children, but that’s exactly what happened when my 17-year-old recently ventured with other high school seniors from Carolina to Florida.
Suddenly, Disney World blossomed vividly before me, harking back to Sunday nights when Walt Disney’s “Wonderful World of Color” erupted on Peacock TV, better known as NBC, with a little magic from Tinkerbell.
“Oh, I wish I could go,” I whined. “Pullleaze? Can’t Mama go?”