I met Walt Disney when I was a kid of perhaps eight years old.
We lived in Orange, really close to Disneyland, in Anaheim. My family went there frequently, usually as a spontaneous weekend activity. I didn't understand at the time how special it was, until I moved to Massachusetts and found that people’s vacations and dreams were centered around Disneyland. For us it was just like going to the beach or some other ordinary fun outing.
One time Walt was out there greeting visitors and shaking hands and being friendly. He was wearing a big feathered Indian head-dress. It wasn't until years later that I realized how cool my encounter was! The memory of that brief encounter has stuck with me through the years.
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