Every year we'd pack up the van and road trip to Disneyland. It was the kind of vacation that made us so excited, we couldn't sleep the night before. It really was our "happiest place on earth". We loved it so much, that as we'd head home, we'd fill a notebook with ideas about what we'd do next year. The funny thing though, is that Disneyland was never really about the characters for me. Sure, I carried around my Eeyore doll everywhere I went. But as much as I loved these characters, I didn't love Disneyland because of Mickey Mouse. I loved it because it was a home for dreamers like myself. It was a happy reminder that anything is possible, if you dare to dream big enough. It gave me hope that someday, our family newspapers, circus shows, and pretend restaurants, could very well be a reality. If someone could create Disneyland, anything was possible.
Happy birthday, Disneyland. Thank you for all the memories, and for the memories that are yet to come.
My son and I, waiting for the parade by Small World.