First time in Disneyland:
1979. I was 8 months old and I have been to Disneyland at least once every year after.
How far away do you live:
San Diego (about 90 miles away) for the last 8 years and before that I grew up in La Habra Heights (about 20 miles away).
I've been collecting pictorial souvenir books since the nineties. My first book was "Disneyland The First Thirty-Five Years" and more recently I purchased "Disneyland Through the Decades".
In her college years my mother worked at Disneyland as a cashier at both Tomorrowland Terrace and the Space Place. My Step-Brother was a waiter at the Napa Rose (also a college job). My uncle helped design and install the air conditioning systems for Indiana Jones and I have a cousin-in-law that helped install the electrical lines for World of Color.
My mom and her sister were big fans of the park and as a result I inherited a slew of 7" Disneyland related vinyl records. My favorite, since I was 4 years old, is a 1969 Haunted Mansion promo LP that's more widely known as "Story & Song from the Haunted Mansion". The background sounds from the story track still gives me the creeps to this day.
Visiting the Parks:
When I was single and lived 20 miles away I'd go the park just about anytime I wasn't working. Now that I'm married and live farther down south we (wife & I + 2 kids) usually go once a month and do a 3-5 day stay at either the GC or DL hotel at least once or twice a year.
Once on a weekday evening in 1986 (I was 7), close to closing time, my mom let me go on the rocket jets by myself as many times as I wanted while she sat and chatted with some old work buddies out at the Terrace (I know, but in the eighties nobody really worried about kidnappings happening at Disneyland). The only caveat to this fun was that you couldn't do a re-ride back then. Instead you had to exit the attraction completely (elevator and all). So I got really good at running through the exit, down the elevator, back through the turnstiles, up the elevator, and back up into outer space again. Around the third or fourth time doing this two kids had joined me in doing the same thing. Later on it was four more kids and so-on and so-on until we had such a big group that almost every rocket had a kid in it. I don't remember how many times total I went on the Rocket Jets but I do remember all of us being exhausted and sweaty, then getting off the elevator and seeing some pretty P.O.ed moms wondering where their kids ran off to. I never got in trouble that night but I did get really sick of the Rocket Jets for whole half year or so after that night.