The place to find fantasy fun and fairytales.
When you first drive into the humongous parking lot at Disneyland, you pass under the elevated monorail and immediately you are directed by an army of white nosed parking directors pointing this way and that. All cars follow each other and park neatly in a row as directed by the white noses. The white nose is a sun screen to protect the young men from sunburn.
As you make your way from your car and walk towards either the Disneyland main entrance or to the parking tram you will notice car license plates from states afar. Arizona, Navada, Idaho and as far away as New York and Florida. Also some from Canada and Mexico. All driven to see the “Happiest Place on Earth.” Disneyland in Anaheim, California.
I and some of my siblings and cousins visited Disneyland the first week it was opened back in 1955. When I first entered Disneyland I got goose bumps from knowing this is the place. The Magic Kingdom. Uncle Walt’s place of fun and fairytale. I was excited.
Years later with my little family visiting Disneyland we walked under the Santa Fe railroad bridge at the main people entrance into the town square. Immediately you know this is a special place and so do others. As we were entering this one time a gentleman approached me with his Kodak Instamatic camera in hand and asked me to photograph him and his young family. All standing just in front of the flowering representation of Mickey Mouse’s grinning face. Sure, I would be glad to. One, two, three…Smile-click.
Chuck the Blogger Guy 