I lost my father when I was 8 years
old. Being so young, I never really got to
know him. I think his loss is the reason I
try so hard to spend every waking
moment with my kids... So that one day
they can say they knew me.
The few memories of my Dad are simple
flashbacks. They are very simple, kind of
like watching a photo album. It's
frustrating to not be able to remember
more.
One of those flashes of memory
belongs to this place. The former
skyway ride at Disneyland... I pause
there everytime I go to the park. I look up
at the stairs and remember Daddy
holding my hand because I was so
scared. I was just a little kid afraid of all
those steps. I was shaking getting into
those baskets. But my Dad held my hand.
I can hear my mom telling him that I would
be okay. My brother and Dad joked about
swinging the basket. My mom about had
a heart attack when the basket barely
swayed. Then we ended our journey in
tomorrowland safe and sound.
This is just one of billions of memories
belonging to Disneyland. But this one
belongs to me and it's one of my few
golden thoughts of my father.
My sincere thanks to The Disney staff
who allowed me to follow in my fathers
steps for the first time since 1974. I II
old. Being so young, I never really got to
know him. I think his loss is the reason I
try so hard to spend every waking
moment with my kids... So that one day
they can say they knew me.
The few memories of my Dad are simple
flashbacks. They are very simple, kind of
like watching a photo album. It's
frustrating to not be able to remember
more.
One of those flashes of memory
belongs to this place. The former
skyway ride at Disneyland... I pause
there everytime I go to the park. I look up
at the stairs and remember Daddy
holding my hand because I was so
scared. I was just a little kid afraid of all
those steps. I was shaking getting into
those baskets. But my Dad held my hand.
I can hear my mom telling him that I would
be okay. My brother and Dad joked about
swinging the basket. My mom about had
a heart attack when the basket barely
swayed. Then we ended our journey in
tomorrowland safe and sound.
This is just one of billions of memories
belonging to Disneyland. But this one
belongs to me and it's one of my few
golden thoughts of my father.
My sincere thanks to The Disney staff
who allowed me to follow in my fathers
steps for the first time since 1974. I II
The Stairway to my fathers Memory...
The way it was...
Thanks for letting me share my Disney Dad
memory.
memory.
The lights still wait for guests each night...
...and today...