Maturity makes Disneyland fun

The last time I went to Disneyland, I was an eye-rolling, headphone-wearing, anti-establishment 17-year-old, and at the end of the day, I vowed never to return. This was back in ’05, on a springtime school trip in high school with the ASB and journalism classes. It was one of those trips where the main part was for the popular ASB kids to hook up on the back of the charter bus.