I’m Going To Disney World, Part 6: When I was 11..

When I was 11, I was in sixth grade.

You are getting a picture. Oh, how you are getting a dang picture.


When I was 11, all of the elementary schools were spit together into one school and it was like everyone was tossed up in the air and then landed on a different side. Sixth grade was the year I faked sick so much that by November, I had hit the allotted number of days you’re allowed to take off for the entire year. I’m pretty sure I was not really sick even one of those days.

When I was 11, and in sixth grade, I once flushed the toilet with the door open and then ran to drag my mom back to the bathroom to show her (the lack of) evidence that I had just thrown up. When anyone who knew me, and very much my mom, knew that I don’t throw up. It was also the year I prayed to the gods and goddesses that I could just break my ankle or my wrist or something drastic but not too drastic. Nothing as bad as throwing up but something that could make me miss school.

When I was 11, I decided that sixth grade could really kill you, but I didn’t die. I didn’t die.

When I was 11, I knew for sure I had lost my childhood best friend, but..

When I was 11 I made new odd duck friends like me – floaters and free spirits.

When I was 11, I had the most awful perm, and the chemicals were in my top three worst smells of all time (don’t ask what the other two were because I don’t want to remember). Also, the perm didn’t grow out for THREE LONG YEARS.

When I was 11, the hit song on the radio was “Tears in Heaven” and while I knew it was about the loss of Clapton’s son, that was a pain I couldn’t wrap my head around. (still can’t) I thought it was about my father. Would he know my name?

Would he help me stand, if I saw him in heaven?

When I was 11, my grandfather took three of us (mom, older sister, me) to Disney World and it was my first time staying at the resort there. It was my first time staying past dark – to see the electrical parade and the fireworks. It was my first time having tear-inducing rides fears, and it has stayed with me for a long time. You may say that I broke that curse recently.

When I was 11.. is the Finish the Sentence Friday (FTSF) prompt on this wonderful #StPatricksDay. Link up and read about our annual trip to #WaltDisneyWorld

I LOOOOOOVE breaking curses.

11

When I was 36, I didn’t understand how on earth anyone survives being 11, or survives parenting an 11-year-old, because my kids are so young and seemingly unruffled, and dear God, if you thought I was bad then at fighting injustice, inequality, intolerance, and bullying. (and I was BAD. I have stories that come out in therapy..) Well. You didn’t yet meet the Mama Bear version of all of that. 11. I’m glad I’m not there anymore/yet. I’ll work my way there, slowly and surely, if you don’t mind.

When I was 11

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Now, where were we? This day. THIS day.

I know it’s been awhile since Part 5. We had a really terrific time at Hollywood Studios – getting autographs, watching the light show and fireworks, and falling asleep in an exhausted heap at our “Lightning McQueen Hotel.” It rocked! The big prize for most of us is Magic Kingdom, though. We slept through the night and woke up to another beautiful day in Orlando. We had a decent breakfast at our resort and headed to the park! We were early and it was delightful! The train was under construction, so after we passed through friendly security (somehow) we could stand near the castle until the gates opened.

There was a good morning show, and we switched cameras with other families to get complete family pictures.

When I was 11.. is the Finish the Sentence Friday (FTSF) prompt on this wonderful #StPatricksDay. Link up and read about our annual trip to #WaltDisneyWorld

Then we were IN! We had a few things for FastPASS, but all scheduled in the afternoon. This was by design. We got to the park before the gates opened, and we’re fairly fast (most of us), so we had a goal in mind after our walk through Main Street.

When I was 11.. is the Finish the Sentence Friday (FTSF) prompt on this wonderful #StPatricksDay. Link up and read about our annual trip to #WaltDisneyWorld

When I was 11.. is the Finish the Sentence Friday (FTSF) prompt on this wonderful #StPatricksDay. Link up and read about our annual trip to #WaltDisneyWorld

When I was 11.. is the Finish the Sentence Friday (FTSF) prompt on this wonderful #StPatricksDay. Link up and read about our annual trip to #WaltDisneyWorld

..all to make it to our destination! Who is Scarlet admiring?

I’ll give you a hint. It’s not this one, although there was mutual admiration there too:

When I was 11.. is the Finish the Sentence Friday (FTSF) prompt on this wonderful #StPatricksDay. Link up and read about our annual trip to #WaltDisneyWorld

Next up, I’ll give you a hint. Actually, I’ll just tell you because I’m good like that. It’s Elena of Avalor! Next up – princess meetings, clamshell bras, admiration, a first roller coaster for at least two of us, and TONS of MAGIC.

Link up!

This is me linking up, as one of my favorite things to do, with Finish The Sentence Friday. This week’s topic is “When I was 11 years old…” And there’s still time to write yours. Come link up with your spin on the matter: HERE.


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I’m Going To Disney World, Part 6: When I was 11.. — 41 Comments

    • It is! I have a few of them and only really fell in love with my red one, but then I tried a trick over the weekend using a belt around the Carly. It made a huge difference!

  1. I’m here laughing at you pretending to be sick to get out of school. When I was 11, I was in high school and didn’t really like it much but I don’t think I would have gotten out by pretending to be sick. My mother would have made me go whether I wanted to or not. BTW that song still haunts me to this day whenever I hear it, although I love it, and I’m loving that pic of Scarlet waiting in wonder to meet her Princesses.

  2. Oh, wow, when I was 11 I was still happy because I lived in my little town in the country. It was when I was 12 that all the turmoil happened to me! I hated the smell of perm chemicals…I got one when I was in 8th grade. Ew!

    Looking forward to seeing more of your Disney pictures…I have to catch up on all your Disney posts!

  3. I can’t imagine you ever being bad😊. And you must have had a super perm. I swear, mine always fell out by the six week mark. And live the family Disney pics!

  4. Oh that’s so funny that you pretended to be sick so often LOL! Gosh when I was 11 I remember it being a very big year for me as I started middle school. That was a huge change and it took me a while to adjust. Love seeing all your wonderful Disney World photos! Makes me want to go back!

  5. Yikes to your sixth grade year! I had a year like that but it was later – ninth. I ditched soooo often. Your Disney photos are amazing and I’m so glad you and your family had a wonderful time!! I’m trying to remember the year we went to the California Disney – I think I was 10. Close. Thanks for linking up!

  6. Let’s see, I was 11 in 1978, and we moved from North Carolina to Washington and I had to go to a new middle school in the middle of the year. Everyone already had friends and it was terrible. On a happier note, your castle pictures are so beautiful. We always get there super early too, and get so much done before the crowds arrive!

  7. I had so many perms for years.. the chemicals really do smell terrible. And then you couldn’t wash your hair for a couple of days, which was the worst. I liked 6th grade, it was still elementary school for me. Once I got to the junior high school, it got harder. High school was probably my least favorite of all. I think your kids will sail through “11” because you are pretty cool parents!

    • Yes! So you had to smell horrible for days! I remember getting highlights in my hair when I was a teen and I couldn’t wash them for a few days and it was awful. It was the box stuff too. Never again!!
      I hope we’re cool enough to survive 11 with our kids!

  8. I started getting sick a lot, missing a lot of school, when I was eleven. At first people thought I was faking to stay home and watch TV. I could understand, at first, but soon I wish I could have said I was only kidding.

    That song always reminded me of my spa, who died when I was ten, and was my first real close experience with death and loss and grief. Still so sas when I hear it today.

    I went to Disney in Florida twice. My parents drove us from where we live in Canada. It was a dream trip for me at age eight.

    Sounds like you have a blast there with your family. Love the potential for unforgettable memories together.

    • Sigh. I’m sorry – I wish you were faking sick too!
      That makes me happy that Florida was a dream trip for you at eight. My daughter is seven and I’d like to believe there’s still magic there for her.. for years. Decades!

  9. OMG this picture takes me back to my childhood. I love everybody’s hair! lol You prayed to God and Goddesses Tamara? You were one fun and dramatic 11 year old. Ahhh Tears in Heaven, that was a beautiful song.

    Hello Hollywood Studios! Can’t wait to see the funny clamshell bras, lol. Have a great weekend Tamara 🙂

    • hah, yes!! My parents are Jewish but my mom is more mixed in her upbringing and beliefs. I guess I was an Agnostic kid! Which was weird! So I just prayed to anyone who might be out there!

    • Oh man. I cried from my first C! Cried so hard. Also.. BAND? Ridiculous! Mine was in math, I believe.
      No truer words were ever said than, “Bring on the clamshell bras!”

  10. You know this brought me back to the first time that I went to Disney. I was also a tween. Everything was so much bigger then, so amazing. It still is…just in a different way. I didn’t stay on property until I was an adult and WHOA it is a HUGE difference!

    • Yes it is!! Now we only stay on property. It makes everything more fun for the kids. I want to branch out, though. We keep staying at the same place! (although I love and miss it)

  11. I am not sure 6th grade is really good for anyone. My kids, my husband and myself all had therapy inducing experiences that year. As a side note someone in your first picture looks just like my brother! I knew we were related 🙂
    Yay for princesses and glass slippers.

  12. Love reading this!! How do you remember all the things that happened when you were 11?! LOL. I was in 5th grade by then and I can only remember clearly that I had bangs that would cut in half at the center no matter what I did to keep them together. Lovely family pictures!

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