The Wonders Of Nature Are Endless.

That's What We Storytellers Do. We Restore Order With Imagination. We Instill Hope Again And Again And Again.

Around Here, However, We Don't Look Backwards For Very Long.

Suddenly He Stops. He Looks Up. For, Lo, There She Stands. The Girl Of His Dreams. Who She Is Or Whence She Came, He Knows Not, Nor Does He Care For His Heart Tells Him That Here, Here Is The Maid Predestined To Be His Bride.

I First Saw The Site For Disneyland Back In 1953, In Those Days It Was All Flat Land - No Rivers, No Mountains, No Castles Or Rocket Ships - Just Orange Groves, And A Few Acres Of Walnut Trees.

Forever Is A Long Long Time And Time Has A Way Of Changing Things.