So, the return flight has started, my girls are sleeping (or trying to), let’s blog. *
All the books claim that most kids answer the question
What was your favorite part of Disneyland?
with the answer
The swimming pool at the hotel.
Long story short, our experience was no different.
It might have been meeting Ariel, or riding the Big Thunder Railroad, the Grizzly Bear Whitewater Rafting Run, talking extensively with Alice and The Mad Hatter, riding Space Mountain three times (and inexplicably spying trees therein), hugging Minnie Mouse, or driving any of the many automobiles around their respective parks, or even the longest and most expensive ride of them all, the 737.
Those would be the favorites of a certain Mommy and Daddy. While an independent observer may have taken careful note of the starstruck looks and the enviable screams of joy followed by the common refrain
Is that the real…
…Cinderella?
…Ariel?
…Mickey The Mouse?
…hot lava?
…fire?
…[insert another punchline, character, or effect]?
they may have come to a similar conclusion as The Mommy and The Daddy.
But that same casual and independent observer would have likely heard the same answer to the common question;
The swimming pool.
That may sound like a bad thing but it was not. The aforementioned joy was no less real and no less incredulous by this repeated answer. The metaphysics of reality aside, it certainly was a real good time and now we know that we can go to Wild Waves or, for that matter, any local Super 8 Motel for the vacation dreams are made of.
Stay tuned for part 2 and some special stories that individually made the trip worth it.
(Note: I wrote this on the plane ride home but posted it tonight, a couple days later.)
blief 
…or Aunt Margy’s pool….
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Ah! Disneyland!! How well I remember the joyful times we had when your Dad, Uncle Harry, Aunt Susan and Aunt Ruth were grade-school kids. We lived in Granada Hills (the San Fernando Valley, north of downtown L.A.) so we visited Disneyland (and Knott’s Berry Farm) many times during the three years we lived down there.
I thought the prices were outrageous then — $20 for a ticket book with more rides than one kid could take in one day. And the lines were not too bad — maybe a half hour wait at most. But some 20 years later we took our youngest (Uncle Darrell and Aunt Demetria) to Disneyland and the ticket books were $60 or $80 and the lines (to things like the Matterhorn) were one hour or more!!
Still a great place for kids. And swimming pools are a nice bonus, especially after a long, cold, rainy winter in Seattle.
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