When I was not more than 4, my father had bought me a small chocolate ice cream cone. As he went to go buy me a personalized Donald hat, my mom and her two friends sat by my stroller as I ate my ice cream. Soon, the "Disneyland is closing" announcement came on, and I started crying. I was so mad I threw my ice cream on the ground. Then, I wanted a new one, but my parents said no.
What memories do you have of the park that are engraved in your life forever?