Yeah, it really isn't all that clever...

But oh well.

 

Disneyland Misadventures.

Back when I was around four years old, my family and I took a trip to see some family in California. Whilst on vacation we went to Disneyland! (No exclamation to that sentence was intended, just the word "Disneyland!"  -- like the "I'm going to Disney World!" saying. You just gotta say it with exclamation.)

But while we were there, I got lost.
 

Four times.


In one day.


Now I don't really remember all the details regarding my escapades as a four year old set loose in Disneyland(!). Although, I only remember two particular instances of getting lost:

Once was when I was clinging onto my mother, and out of the corner of my eye, I saw this really sweet looking toy gun. I absolutely had to check this thing out, so I slipped out of my mothers hand. Now that I'm currently thinking about it, I'm not sure how any of my older siblings didn't at least notice me scamper away. (I suppose now would be a good time to explain that I'm the youngest of four boys and two girls. My oldest sister would've been at least 17 or 18, and my oldest brother at least 15.) Although, I recognize that that would still be difficult to manage my parents' six kids in an amusement park with a giant crowd all out and about...


Anyways,




 

as I was asking my mother for clarity on this trip, she mentioned that we were in New Orleans Square particularly when I got lost most of those times. Up until this point, I didn't know the name of the place where a lot of this "getting lost" took place, but after a quick Google search, these pictures I've found are actually really familiar. Looking at it, I remember that it was one of these shops that held that gun I so desperately wanted.

I don't remember getting found from this particular instance...


The last time I became lost -- from what I actually remember in my mind -- it was nighttime, and I was in the middle of a sea of people. I didn't know what was going on, but my family wasn't there, so I was bawling my eyes out. After a little while, a lady guided me towards the building where all the lost and found children go. While there, I played with Tarzan stickers. I was having a grand ol' time in that place. But my family were probably searching frantically and losing their minds over their youngest being lost in a crowd of people, at night. 

After a while, they realized to check the lost and found again, as that's where I've been normally found hiding out that day.

From what I remember, it was a pretty good day at Disneyland(!).

At least for me it was...