When I was a lad, my family lived in Southern California. We lived fifteen minutes from Disneyland, except Disneyland was not built yet. We moved east to Long Island, New York two weeks before Disneyland opened. I always wanted to go to Disneyland until I became a parent, then I wanted nothing to do with it. Disney is for kids.
The flight to Florida was delightful. We all had separate seats. The luck of the draw put me next to a nice young man, and his nine month old little girl. As much as I would like to tell about a horrible trip next to a screaming baby, truth is the little girl was not that bad. Oh she was a handful for dad, but did not really disturb me. After two and a half hours of entertaining that little girl, she fell sound asleep in dad’s lap as the plane made its landing approach.
We made it to our Animal Kingdom hotel and have since been to downtown Disney, and The Magic Kingdom. I have several observations to this point:
Today was my first full day at Disney. We walked and stood, walked and stood from ten till six. The step-cranks loved it, the Crankettes loved it, the Wannabe Princess loved it, Elaine and Mrs. Cranky loved it. I am one bad backed, sore muscled, chaffed butted Cranky Old Man. There are four more days to go.
Let the memories begin!