Before moving to North Dakota we decided to take Danny to Disneyland. Laura was only ten months old so we left her with some very good friends of ours. Being by Monterrey, Disneyland wasn't far at all. When we got to Anaheim and got checked into our motel, we went to Knotts Berry Farm. We figured we could do all we wanted to at this smaller park, and then go to Disneyland in the morning. I don't remember too many specifics of this park. I know we went on a lot of rides and it seems that they had a seal and dolphin show. We rode on the train all around the park and it got raided by some Indians. Danny's eyes got so big as he sidled up closer to his dad. When we got off of the train there was one big Indian chief with a large feathered headdress standing nearby. When he saw Danny he started coming towards him to say hello or something. Danny hid half way behind his dad, and just stuck out his head enough that he could look at the Indian. He finally did come out and shook his hand but was very apprehensive.
This memory resurfaced a few years ago, when my granddaughter Whitney and I were riding the train at Silver Dollar City in Branson. It got held up by some gun shooting cowboys, and she pushed up against me so hard because she was on the side of the train the bandits were on (this was no accident). She also very quickly gave me her souvenir cup so they couldn't steal it. It was really so cute and reminded me so much of her dad.
To be continued.......
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That's cute! I remember that I went to Knotts Berry Farm when I got a little older.
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