![]() I was on the lookout for the lamp over the Firehouse Station. I had reservations at what is considered the best restaurant in the park, Cafe Orleans, and the restaurant Walt Disney considered “his” restaurant, The Carnation Cafe. ![]() I already knew the layout of the park before we left. I explored the lore behind every attraction: the inspiration behind the Matterhorn and how it may be the first steel rollercoaster in the United States, the opposing ideas for the Haunted Mansion, the various iterations of the submarine adventure. I found myself steeped in Walt Disney history: the man, the park, the opening day problems. In the months leading up to the trip, I did what I normally do before a trip: I researched the hell out of the destination. ![]() ![]() I went when I was eight, but I hadn’t been back since. Last year, after learning that my partner’s parents took him to Disneyland while he was a baby, my partner and I decided to take a trip to Disneyland. Previously On Rereading My Childhood – The Baby-Sitters Club #14: Hello, Mallory ![]()
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