A recent conversation about Disneyland brought back memories of my first (and only) visit to the original Anaheim theme park in California. Growing up my family watched the Wonderful World of Disney on television every Sunday night. As a child, I was always captivated by scenes of Disneyland in the show’s opening credits, while my brothers and I fervently envied anyone who’d actually been there.
Years later I was lucky enough to visit Disney World in Orlando while on a business trip in the USA. At the time, I'd been flown to Atlanta for a week of meetings and product demonstrations by a company called Scientific Atlanta. I then took a week off and flew to Florida to explore Orlando, Fort Lauderdale, and Key West. I recall two fun-filled days were spent at Epcot and Disney World. However, as kids, Disney World was never considered the real thing - so it really didn't count.
We arrived at the park’s hallowed gates shortly before dusk. As a result, we got to experience Disneyland by day and by night. I was determined to try every theme ride I’d seen on television’s opening credits no matter how naff. This included the Mad Hatter’s Tea Party ride in spinning cups, the Dumbo Flying Elephant ride, Space Mountain, the Tomorrowland monorail, and the incredibly kitsch Small World boat ride.
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