My Childhood Is Slowly But Surely Abandoning Me!!
I asked my parents if we could go when I was in around 4th grade. They said it was for babies and I am not a baby. I cried my heart out. Two and a half times. Then I asked in seventh grade. Too old. Eighth grade. Ninth. SAME EXCUSE. I haven't asked for a while, 'cause I am doubtful they will everrr take me. So I'm just going with Plan B: Move out at 18 and move into the house across the street from Disneyland. Yay.