As a boy growing up in New England, my childhood was very peaceful. Nature was my playground, and daydreaming was my favorite pastime. As I saw the seasons come and go, I couldn't help but think of how beautiful God must be. All in all, everything in suburbia was just hunkydory, until... At age seven my whole family moved to southern California. All of a sudden my playground was traded in for a parking lot, my trails for traffic jams, and my streams for strip malls. I guess it wasn't such a conscious thing, but within a couple weeks my whole family began to feel void of life. So what does Mom do? She says, "Let's go to Disneyland!" We had such a good time that day, she went and bought us all season passes. Being seven years old, and in such a parched land as southern California, what else could a boy ask for?