I have some Disney memories that don’t involve characters and long lines. They don’t involve churro treats, relatively clean public restrooms, tri-circle shaped corn chips, or knocking on the small wooden door that led to the White Rabbits home.
Trying to find an interesting manner by which to present this info, I am at a loss. So here is my best attempt – this is a thing that reminds me of family time at Disneyland. It’s not a thing that Disney’s marketing team will use in an exciting, fast-paced cut scene promotional DVD. It’s weird, I will just say that.
- Growing up in a nice, quiet neighborhood in Northern California, I was not accustomed to hearing cars outside my window while sleeping. With no auditory distractions, the deafening quiet led to ability to pick up tiny sounds, eventually leading to the belief that there might be a witch in my closet. More on the witch thing later. The only time I recall hearing cars drive by while sleeping, involved my occupancy of a hotel room about 10 stories up in what was then the Pan Pacific/Emerald hotel (now Paradise Pier hotel). I believe those windows opened in a sliding fashion, but they may have been vent-style, I’m not sure.
No matter, I would rest my weary, park-going bones in the bed closest to the window. The sounds of the cars going by would not hypnotize me into a deep sleep immediately; rather they guided me along day dreams of my experiences at the park that day, and those that were to come the following morning. Eventually drifting off, I never realized at that young age that the echoing sounds of motor vehicles far below would leave such a profound impression.
Whenever I am fortunate enough to find myself in a place where this automobile echo phenomenon takes place, I close my eyes, and dream of my favorite place on Earth – and I take in these sounds like those great whites devouring the massive Bryde’s whale on Shark Week last night
SO THE QUESTION IS:
Do any of you fellow chatters have memory-evoking occurrences like the one listed above? I don’t mind being the only one, but I am sure I am not. Mind you, smelling water in creeks or poorly-ventilated indoor pools to bring back the memory of Pirates or Indy is not exactly what I am referring to. This is different.