Teen Dreams Book 1Chapter 5
Disneyland and home. George picked me and dad up at 9:30 for the trip to Disneyland. He had his daughter with him, a cute fourteen year old blonde named Millicent. “Just call me Millie, everybody does,” she said as we were introduced, “except the ‘rents.” “And everybody calls me David, including the ‘rents,” I answered. She smiled at my little joke, and she had one of those smiles that light up wherever she is. Whether that was due to her natural disposition or a tribute to American...