Growing up, I never really went anywhere on vacation. We went camping every year and that pretty much was my summer vacation. Except one year, when I was about 12, my parents took us to Disneyland. I remember being very overwhelmed. I had no clue what was going on. I was also annoyed that my sister got to bring a friend and I didn't.  Either way, I went hard in the paint. Check out that sweet hat!  I didn't go back to Disneyland until I meet Debra. Now we are annual passholders! Guess I'm making up for only going once as a kid. Check it out...