As soon as I saw this theme last week, I knew what I wanted to write about.
When we lived in California, Jerome and I were Disneyland annual pass holders. Neither of us had a car, so we always went with our other friends.
Once, and only once, we paid off friends with cars to drop us off and pick us up.
You know what? I don’t remember that day at all. I couldn’t tell you anything that happened at all. Only that we went to Disneyland by ourselves and it was awesome.
Maybe I don’t need to remember. I’m happy with the memory as it is- The Best Day Ever.