Back in ’88 my family and I went to Disney World in Florida.  To say we were excited was an understatement.

Whilst we were walking along Main Street, I stopped to tie my shoelaces whilst Mum, Dad and my sister walked ahead.  By the time I’d finished securing my laces (I’m methodical like that), I’d lost sight of them so a mild sense of panic set in.  Thankfully I caught sight of what I believed to be the back of my Dad’s head, so ran to him, deciding on the spur of the moment to jump on his back.

As the Chinese man turned around, I quickly realised this man wasn’t my Dad and looked over his shoulder to see my family watching with great amusement at the now confused man looking at the eleven year old on his back.  After that, I swiftly moved to slip-ons for the rest of the trip.