OLD MEMORIE

I remember when I went to the United States for the first time, arriving, everything seemed very different to what is Mexico, the people, the food, the air, the streets, the houses, everything. I was about 8 years old, and what I remember and I will never forget what was visiting Disneyland, we had come a long way and when we were arriving there, it definitely was a dream, seeing all these rides, the flowers that adorned the park, the people I saw at that time, of such different characteristics, it was like a dream. I wanted to get on all games. Upon entering the dolls' house, I didn't want to leave, or when I met Mickey Mouse and he gaves me an autograph, was awesome. We had breakfast, lunch and we leave the park at night after watching the parade and fireworks that were decorated the sky. Undoubtedly, it was a great day !