The older that I get, the more I begin to wonder if my next trip to Disneyland just might be my last. Now I don't want to sound morbid, but I am approaching the ripe old age of 65 on my next birthday. Money is tight, and I get more and more concerned about traveling alone. Even though I don't mind doing things alone at all. I have always been a loner by choice.
So, I am really looking forward to squeezing as much fun out of this next vacation as I possibly can. My late brother had a philosophy about living each day as if it was your last. Spending time with people and telling them exactly how you feel because it may be the last time that you see them. My brother died way too young in 1994, at the age of 48.
Now I might live to be 100, but I don't know that for sure. I do leave the park on my very last day with the thought in my head that I will return. I never glance back. I just leave with the visions of all the goodness of the place in my heart, and on my camera's memory card.