Hmm. I doubt if I will outsuck anyone at this but....
In 1989 I was 24. Married for 6 years {gawd, I must be dyslexic 'cause I first typed
9, what a mistake!} and had two wee ones, 4 & 2 at the time.
I was working PT for the Russian Arts Festival ticketing, that was interesting, my only time riding the trolley rush hour/at night on a regular basis. Hubby and I flip flopped and I went to work when he finished his day. I would come home and they would tell me all of the wonderful stories of their adventures with Dad. Like how the pelican almost ate my son....good one. Or how they went all the way to Mexico...on the trolley. Or how they saw 'aliens' out on a drive and my daughter asked what planet they were from....
This was a wonderful time because my daughter was not in school yet and we enjoyed them sooo much.
The Little Mermaid, that is the first Disney movie {first theater movie, period, actually} that my son saw. I can vividly remember the look on his face when we opened the doors to walk into the little theater and there was something on the screen {us being late, of course}. He stopped, his eyes wide as saucers, and says 'Biiiig t.v.' and we had to prod him along.
'89 was also the first year we took the kids to Disneyland. That was wonderful, too. Bought them Disney Dollars and I think the Rescue Rangers were big at the time.
They rode the People Mover, the buckets, old Autopia, and played with the animals in the petting zoo.