At some point during our latest and not-so-greatest adventure, I got to thinking about the number of times I have been to Disneyland. By my own fairly reliable count, I mark my tally at seven times. And as I was reflecting back on those experiences, certain memories supplanted others to become the top dog as far as remembered moments are concerned.
Here are those magical memories:
The first time my parents and I visited, I vividly recall crying my eyes out in our motel room when they informed me that we were leaving in an hour.
The next time we went I remember being whisked out of some greasy spoon diner in the valley with my cousins because no one was serving our party in the forty-five minutes we sat at our table.
And who could forget the time in high school when the first girl I tried to talk to didn’t speak English. Or how about later that night at the Tomorrowland Disco when the girl I tried to dance with rejected me by turning her back to me on the dance floor. Ouch.
Then there was the time with my fraternity brother and his wife when we did our best Cheech and Chong impression in the parking lot and when we entered the park, we couldn’t figure out why we were the only ones walking down the middle of the street. I believe the answer nearly marched over us in the form of the Main Street parade that was just beginning.
Things turned around for me the next time I went because Fehmeen and I rung in New Year’s Eve 2005 with three consecutive rides on the Teacups at midnight as we watched the fireworks explode overhead.
Last year was Emma’s first time and that trip has been well-chronicled on this blog in August 2009.
And that brings us to this year’s vacation and the less said about it the better.
Now that I’ve shared my Disneyland number and associated memories with all of you, I would be beyond excited to hear about your experiences. Even if that means you have to comment for the first time. I promise to thank you personally for doing so, too.