WALT DISNEY WORLD
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Our first day was spent lounging by our hotel's luscious pool, an attempt to rinse off the tragic news and slip into sunnier times. Then that night the quota of horrible news multiplied exponentially and lurked until we woke up. It was June 12th, my birthday, and the world once again shook with terror. By now, you probably don't need me to recount the atrocious activity that transpired at Pulse Nightclub. It was pure evil.
It could have been one of my kids last night. Five years ago, we stayed at The Grand Floridian Resort. My son was 3 years old and he played on that very beach. Yes, there are no swimming signs and he didn't go into the water. He COULD have -- he's a toddler and we all know how fast toddlers are. But he was right at the water's edge like I'm sure hundreds if not thousands of people do at Walt Disney World each year.