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"I had not known much about Buzz Lightyear. I knew the requisite amount for an out-of-town, out-of-touch Memaw to know. Buzz is a space ranger in the space we call Disney, and that was exactly where I was heading.  I went to California to celebrate my grandson, Nate&amp;#039;s third birthday\u2013\u2013Nate, who got a hyperactive, slogan-slinging, wing-sprouting, talkative, plastic light-up Buzz Lightyear for a gift. After that, we went to Disneyland\u2013\u2013to spend the night! My daughter, my son-in-law, my five-and-a-half year-old grandson, Zach, Nate and I. We would meet up with more family members there, and spend the day at Disney&amp;#039;s California Adventure Park, which Zach would remind me again and again that this was the proper name and not &amp;quot;Californialand,&amp;quot; as I insisted on calling it.  I am a distracted and disoriented person to begin with, and cautiously walked behind my family, keeping an eye on them as if I were a border collie and they were my sheep. Not getting lost was my California adventure, and I will forever be in awe of the mothers and fathers who can spot their own stroller in a Land all its own, the stroller parking lot.  We had so much fun. We rode things and shot things. Have I mentioned that my grandsons are not only brilliant and beautiful, but also comedic geniuses? Zach said the universal symbol on attractions warning families to keep their arms and legs inside the ride, actually meant &amp;quot;No Dancing.&amp;quot; (He also told me I was not a real member of the family because I had a different last name. This was explained to me diplomatically after our loving boat trip together &amp;#039;round It&amp;#039;s A Small World After All.)  We were staying overnight so we could experience the World Of Color, a nighttime water, color, fire, light, and may I add, 3\u2013D extravaganza, which I tried to wiggle my way out of until my son-in-law called me a wimp. I may have also forgotten to mention that this magical World Of Color gets the viewer soaking wet, as the magic rains down and 3-D color balls speed at you. In the middle of it all, I was in glory. I was so happy I hadn&amp;#039;t wimped out, and gathered so close with my family (Zach&amp;#039;s interpretation not withstanding), I was the happiest Memaw on Earth.   And the most turned upside down, because Mom was sick at home.  D.G. Fulford is the author of Designated Daughter: The Bonus Years with Mom, written with her mother Phyllis Greene. She is also the co-founder of TheRememberingSite.org. You can find her at DGFulford.com.  Photo credit: Marcia Smilack "^^<http://www.w3.org/2001/XMLSchema#string>
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