In 2002, I went to Disneyland for the first time with my family. We were going to go on this one ride, but I was an inch too short so I couldn’t go. My brother who is almost 2 years older than me was tall enough, so he and my dad were able to go as I sat on the side and watched them. Nothings worse than feeling left out, and this is the first memory I have of that feeling. Being the irrational 2 year old I was, I threw a fit and caused a scene in the “happiest place on earth”. My mom figured that caramel corn would calm me down. She was right.
This is a drawing of me sitting on the side of the ride with watery eyes and a runny nose, waiting for my dad and brother to finish their ride.