“Too many people grow up. That’s the real trouble with the world, too many people grow up. They forget. They don’t remember what it’s like to be 12 years old. They patronize, they treat children as inferiors. Well, I won’t do that.” – Walt Disney
It was summer, I was twelve, and we were going to Disneyland. Since we were lucky enough to live in Southern California, a trip to Disneyland was an annual occurrence. But this time was extra special because I was allowed to bring a friend. There were two girls my age on our street and I hated the idea of having to choose between them. It must have been good economic times because Mom told me to go ahead and ask both of them.
I ran across the street to Tina’s house and told her the good news. She could hardly get the words out when we asked her mom if she could go. We jumped up and down and then ran down the street to Jan’s house. We were laughing and giggling and out of breath when we found her on her front porch. She looked at us like we were crazy. And then we told her the good news.
“I don’t know,” she said, “It’s so hot. And the lines are really long.”
Tina and I looked at each other in total disbelief. Was she saying no? She was! She was turning down a trip to Disneyland. What twelve-year-old does that?
“And it’s so crowded…”
How sad to be only twelve and yet be so old!
Here’s to feeling young, to sunny days, corn dogs, make-believe, and mouse-ears. May we never be too old to enjoy them. May we always remember what it’s like to be twelve.