Wednesday, February 22, 2012

Where's Disneyland?

It's a beautiful day today!  The sun is shining, the air is clear, it's not too cold and it feels like it's going to be nice and warm this afternoon.  It's the kind of day that makes me feel like going somewhere, or doing something fun!  Like going to Disneyland!  (I always think of that when I feel like doing something fun.  Wouldn't it be great if we could really do it?)  Anyway, days like today remind me of a story one of my students told me the last time I substituted at the Junior High.

Once upon a time two sisters decided to take a vacation and go to Disneyland.  The girls lived in Arizona, so they figured if they left early in the morning they could drive over and get to the park just as it was opening, spend the day, and drive back late that night. 

The sisters packed their car with goodies and drinks, set their alarm for 4:00 am, and went to bed early the night before they were going to leave.  Early the next morning, when their alarm went off, they both quickly dressed, brushed their teeth, put on their makeup, and tied their long golden hair  (one sister's hair was the color of melted butter, the other sister had hair that shown like honey) into quick pony-tails.  Happily they kissed their sleepy parents goodby, grabbed their purses, and hopped  into their car to begin their exciting day.

Their drive across the dessert was uneventful.  The sun rose as they crossed the Colorado River and they entered California.  The girls got an early breakfast in Indigo, and their excitement mounted higher and higher as they drive through the rolling hills on the outskirts of the great cities along the pacific coast of California. 

They realized it would be a good idea to stop and get gas before they actually entered the city, and thought they should ask for some directions at the same time, so the two sisters pulled off the highway and found a gas station about 8:00.  Pony-tails bouncing, they both hurried up to the counter after pumping the gas.  Smiling and laughing, they asked the young man behind the register for driving directions to Disneyland.   He grinned back at the two blonds and proceeded to give them detailed instructions on which exits to take and what signs to watch for to get them into Anneheim. 

"Once you get close, just follow the signs," he told them.  "They have the roads well marked to Disneyland."

"Thanks," the girls both chorused, then with a final grin and a wave they jumped into their car and headed back to the highway and the final leg of their journey.

It was hard negotiating the jumble of freeways and morning traffic, but eventually they found themselves within the city of Annaheim, and they began seeing signs for Disneyland.  Now their excitement could hardly be contained, but they drove carefully and watched the freeway, until at last they approached the final sign giving directions to Disneyland.

"Disneyland, left," the sign read.  With horror the two girls looked at each other, then in resignation the sister driving drove off the freeway, turned their car around, and they went home.

(They were blonds.  Get it?)

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