I think it was 1972. I was about three years old.
For years I had a memory of going on a safari boat and seeing a hippopotamus in water. It wasn’t until I was in my early 20s that I went back to Disney World for the first time after than and went on Jungle Cruise and realized where the memory was from. My life made so much more sense after that.
I don’t think I have any other Disney World memories other than that one.
I guess I have to find our old family photo albums…