Ok, I couldn’t say no. My sister asked, and it turned out that a friend that I was to visit in San Diego that same day had plans to visit Indiana later, when I would be back home there, so it worked out for my sis and I to go to Disneyland. It was fun and entertaining, but at the same time mind boggling. Why do people go there with newborn infants? Why, in the “happiest place on earth” is it so rare to see people smiling as they walk along? Why do we stand in line so long, so many times in one day, for just a few minutes of thrill and enjoyment? Why do we think it’s okay to be in a veritable river of human lemmings, shoulder to shoulder, toe to stroller wheel, hip to wheelchair handles, bumping, chatting, saying “excuse me” every 3 seconds, slowly oozing toward the exit as the night closes in and the park shuts down? 
Why, why, why?? Maybe we’re just crazy! I think we love to be entertained, love to be thrilled, and we have taught ourselves that it’s okay to pay the price of big $ and sore feet or sunburned noses for these very things. We’re searching for joy in some crazy places and at a high price. I did have fun, though! I had more fun being with my sister and watching her be a wild teacup turner and a laughing roller coaster rider than I have in awhile. Please don’t pay attention to the background in this photo!!
Maybe I’m crazier than most, freaked out while still on the ground! I had a lovely time with my sister, and we actually had some good visiting time throughout the day (when the crowd around us kept the noise below a roar!).
