When my daughter was around 18 months old, we had an opportunity to take her to Disneyland. I was skeptical – she was so little! I knew she would never remember it in years to come. Would she even enjoy it? But we decided to give it a go.
Her grandparents and I dressed her in a Winnie-the-Pooh jumper, packed the diaper bag, and headed out. We could never have anticipated what that day would be like! We only stayed a few hours before she was sleepy and ready to go, but that short time was filled with wonder. My little girl rode King Arthur Carrousel again and again. She had her very first taste of popcorn, from a box she shared with her grandpa. She flew over London and away to Never Land with Peter Pan. She got to meet her idol, Winnie the Pooh, whom she very earnestly tried to feed a pretzel. And she was delighted by baby ducklings swimming in the moat of Sleeping Beauty Castle.
My daughter has been to Disneyland many times since then, and now she’s at an age where she prefers Space Mountain to Carrousel rides. Just as we expected, she doesn’t remember anything about that trip now – but we grown-ups will never forget a minute!