The first on the list of the places we wanted to see in California was Disneyland. “It’s the happiest place on earth,” the eight-year-old in me screamed, and the eighteen-year-old me couldn’t simply brush that aside. Luckily, my companions and I felt the same way. My friend, whose aunt hosted our stay in Torrance, and our small party of three girls had agreed to meet another theatre group mate (who was staying with his cousin near downtown LA) by the entrance and we happily