I think I was around junior high age when I went to Disneyland. I enjoyed it quite a lot. I probably went on Star Tours like 7 times, since I was such a Star Wars nut growing up, and then I bought a lot of Star Wars merchandise in the gift shop, accounting for nearly all of my spending money.
I was supposed to stick together with my cousin, but I thought he was acting like such an ass that I took off on my own, which my parents did not appreciate at all. My dad had me stay in the hotel room doing push-ups most of the third day. Good times.
