I was somewhere around the age of 8. Keep in mind I grew up in Nashville Tennessee where people don't take kind to anyone who isn't a white, Christian man. Anyway. Like I said. 8? Probably. I went to Disney Orlando for the first time ever. IT WAS AWESOME. It was also gay day. I didn't know what that meant at that time. No one had explained to me that two men or two women sometimes sleep together. If they would have, I would have said, "Okay? Why are you telling me this?" because at that point I just knew people slept together. I didn't care. I was only interested in getting Chip and Dale's autographs. I'm not referring to the men in thongs that dance for money, I'm referring to the two chipmunk characters from Disney. My father couldn't have been more upset that we had came on Gay day. I didn't care, I was stoked. It was pretty much normal, except I wasn't allowed in the unisex bathrooms - which I still don't understand. I got sick that day, if not from listening to my hateful and hypocritical father bitch about the gays, but because I was 8, overloaded on sugar, and really hot. We were staying with my 2nd cousin and he took me home. That day he bought me a bunch of presents from Disney and I was stoked. A few years later he was revealed to be a child molester and put on house arrest. HAH! Registered sex offenders, am I right? Needless to say, I made it out with out anyone but myself touching me. It was the best trip of my life.