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1965

July 31, 2022

(after unending editing)

In my first few years at our tiny day school, I had made a few school friends. One, an extremely nice native Japanese student in my class who actually invited me to wonderful birthday parties. They lived a couple of blocks from our home in a “Modern” (!) house.

One of those parties involved an event of the kind my parents had come to reject – the 1964-65 New York World’s Fair. My friend’s parents piled about eight of us into their two cars and we drove to Queens. It was an alien universe of radically different buildings – it was as if a hundred Octagon Houses had come to create an entire city.

We were treated to many rides, and one facilitated the permanent scaring of one corner of my brain when a sonic trigger awakens the Ear Worm in my head: the shrill, unrelenting chorus of “It’s A Small World (After All), It’s a Small World (After All), It’s a Small World (After All), It’s a Small, Small World!” we heard relentlessly chorused as we rode thru the Walt Disney World Exhibit on our wee train. The scale and variety of buildings and spaces was amazing.

My parents gave me a $20 bill to buy whatever I wanted to get. And, of course, I got them something interesting, and something for me too! (both purchases are completely forgotten these fifty-plus years ago.)

Despite my complete over-the-moon reaction, my parents, and my siblings simply ignored the possibility that there could be anything they wanted to see there. There were other things to do, and they had to do them.

My friend’s father was transferred back to Tokyo the following year, and the breaks in connection continued.

2 Comments leave one →
  1. Jeff Freeman permalink
    July 31, 2022 7:44 pm

    I hope you and Liz reciprocated by taking your sons to Disney World Orlando and implanting in their brains IASWAA-AA, which will forever torment them no matter how old you or they live to be.

    • Duo permalink
      August 1, 2022 7:22 am

      We just could not, BUT our caregiver, far wealthier than we are, did!

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