A Change Is Gonna Come

I grew up in Oregon, but, as a child, our family traveled a lot. My dad was a salesman who traveled all across the United States. He would always wait until the summer, though, to travel to California so our family could go with him. We loved going to California because that meant we could go to Disneyland (it was the only Disneyland when we were growing up). My brother and I planned our trip to Disneyland down to the minute, so we could hit the rides we loved the best. We even saved our unused tickets from our ticket books (remember those?) from year to year so we could use them on the upcoming trip.

Our parents loved to indulge our planning, and they excitedly followed our itinerary for Disneyland. But, at the end of the long day, my dad always wanted to make our last attraction…

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