I loved looking more closely at the architecture and the little details they put in the lamps and columns. Little things like Chip and Dale in the stonework.
The trees at the haunted house were so droopy and sad.
I had fun on Space Mountain.
Clark and I had to paddle the canoes. There we care, 2/3rds of the way back, brother Clark in green and me in white.
At the end of the day, I climbed the treehouse and was the only one up there. I could see the Mark Twain steamboat comin' 'round the bend. My favorite thing.
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