In a moment of weakness, the two cousins start showing signs of fatigue. The long, greuling adventure ahead was still to unfold. Later on, they seemed revived and gained their second wind as they absorbed each attraction and each furry character on the lot. More rides, more carousels, more woodland creatures and vermin to ogle. But let me just say, the stroller pushers are always the first to give, always the first to take a rest, always the first to call it quits. By four p.m. the adults were ready for a snack and snooze. But unwaveringly, we trudged on until the final moment, the moment of magic.
The Electric Parade has always had a place in my memory, and in my heart of course. As a child, you will think it to be a truly amazing and a wonderful spectacle that will leave you ooing and ahing for as long as you can remember. If you, like hundreds of others, have the patience to wait and brave the crowds that line the streets of Disneyland 15 minutes before 9 p.m., you will be well rewarded. I still remember when I first saw this parade, and the second time I saw it years later, and as an adult I awaited it eagerly for the third time, along with our Dylan. I wanted to see the parade as much as I wanted to see what his reaction would be to it. I had guessed that he would be ultimately wowed, and as the music started up and as the parade began to round the corner from where we sat/stood, he stared steadfast. As soon as the floats, carriages, and brightly lit people/characters passed right in front of us he began a chorus of "Wow"s that lasted through the whole parade! This time, the parade was a mere distraction as my attention was focused on his wonderment at the spectacle before us. No pictures or film will do it justice. It's just one of those things that you have to be there for.
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