I'll set the scene for you. There I am, about three or four years old, in the bathtub at my Grammie's house. My mom is sweet talking me as she helps rinse off all the suds. I'm pouting, lip sticking out to full extent, murmuring under my breath. My mom pulls me out and as she's drying me off, I exclaim, "But I don't wanna go to Din-ee-land!!" The tape blanks out there, and then the next thing we see is me up on my Dad's shoulders, eyes wide with wonder as my little self takes in all the magic that is Disneyland. Let's just say it's been true love ever since. Even if I have to endure a chorus of "I don't wanna go to Din-ee-land" every time I go with my family.
My family got to go together before the family reunion in San Diego. It. Was. Awesome. Is that even necessary to say? Of course it was awesome! It was also London's first time ever! Hurray!