I was a young girl and I begged my dad and mom if we could go to
Disneyland. Finally, they relented and we took off. We got off the 605 and was almost to the exit for Disneyland. I could see the tops of the rides and every thing (o.k, my memory might be a little fuzzy right here), but I was soooo excited to go... Well, the traffic hardly moved even in the late 70's. There must've been an accident or some thing. My dad finally said, Tae we're not going to make it today. I started bawling my eyes out. Crying, why can't we go? Can we go another way? What a lovely memory huh? i've got happier ones of course, but this one seems to be sticking out in my mind for some reason.