When I look back on my childhood Disney trips I can’t help but reflect upon how lucky I was and how naive I was about the Disney experience. My family went every year and stayed at the Grand Floridian, as that was where my papou (grandfather in Greek) preferred to stay. One year, upon arriving at the resort, we were told that our outer-building room wasn’t ready, and to make up for the inconvenience would we mind staying club level in the main building?