As the 50th nears I am reminded of a funny story that happened in 1967, at Disneyland. I was 9 and my brother just turned 12. As with most siblings, there is always some sort of rivalry going on. I was always the little brother and looking for ways to beat my brother at anything. Well, my time had come. Keep in mind, I DID NOT PLAN THIS. My parents and I were waiting to ride the train in New Orleans Square. I was focused like a laser beam at the tunnel, waiting for any hint of steam, whistle, cattle catcher, anything that resembled a train. My brother, as always was off looking at something, who knows what. I thought sure we were going to leave him behind. Well, soon enough the train came, which seemed like eternity to a 9 year old. I started to get ready to board with my family. Just then my brother popped up and started to take a drink from a cup that was next to me. It wasn't ours. It had a cigarette butt in it and about a quarter full of warmed iced tea from the hot July afternoon. I couln'd believe he took a drink of it. :lol: I yelled his name and said, "That isn't ours." He spit it out and we have been laughing ever since. Oh what great memories are made at Disneyland!
If you have any funny stories from Disneyland I, (and I'm sure the rest of the community), would love to here them. :lol: :lol: :lol:
If you have any funny stories from Disneyland I, (and I'm sure the rest of the community), would love to here them. :lol: :lol: :lol:
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