When my Dad was really young he went on a business trip to the USA. He came home and told my Mum that one day when he had kids he’d take them there. I can still picture the day, as a 12 year old, that my Mum & Dad told us they were taking us to Disneyland. They’d saved for years for the once-in-a-lifetime trip for us all.
And so we did. Our family went to the USA, I was 12. My younger brother must have been 9 and my older brother was 14. It’s about now you get to have a little giggle at the 1980’s clothes and how gawky a 12year old kid really can look.
My brothers are not going to thank me for this.
Here’s one and my younger brother with KIT from nightrider.
That’s an A-Team brochure I’m holding. Those were the days.
And looking back on the experience, which I can do because I kept an extensive scrapbook type diary thing, it was the best time ever. In fact I even mentioned how sad I was leaving the USA “knowing that I was leaving a place that I would probably never ever see again in my whole life”. Little did I know.
Check out the signatures from the flight crew of the plane. This was back in the days where kids got to go up and have a look around the front of the plane. Does anyone know any crew that worked for Air Pacific in the 1980s? They were cool. The flight engineer even wrote the flight details (how fast we were flying etc) up the top there. Priceless stuff. I don’t know that they even have flight engineers now.
Fast forward nearly 30 years. I’ve always wanted to do the same thing for my kids. I’ve always wanted to take them to Disney and do all that. We’ve never been able to afford it, paying as much off the mortgage as we can has always come first in our priorities.
In January I was in Anaheim for CHA. I sat in a restaurant right opposite Disneyland and planned to go there on the Wednesday night before leaving. And then this happened, and within 12 hours I was on a plane home with Disneyland, CHA and everything left behind. It was on that (long, sad) flight home to my family I decided that life is too short, our kids won’t stay kids forever and that even if I had to put money ON the mortgage, I was going to get us to Disneyland.
Today I picked up the tickets. In a few weeks the Howard family is calling in the dog-sitters and going off on the holiday of a lifetime.
Now it’s Abby’s turn to make a little diary. 30 years on.
Sometimes priorities get changed. Sometimes there is no time like the present. We can’t wait.