One of my favorite memories at WDW is from my first trip in 1971 when I was one year old. I remember getting "lost", and then Minnie Mouse found me. My parents don't remember my being lost, but I thought I was, and Minnie saved my life. And then later, they got some nice 8mm video of my first public beating at WDW when "I want(ed) a BALLOON!!" and Mom whomped me on the butt. It's a family favorite. But I know I had a great time, even if I can't remember it all, because we sure kept going back. Everyone wanted to take me to see Mickey. Now I take myself.
So anyone who may think memory is actually relevent to happiness, may not have a very happy childhood.
So anyone who may think memory is actually relevent to happiness, may not have a very happy childhood.