My 8th grade boyfriend moved from Hawaii to Southern California, which of course was a major tragedy in the way only teenaged girls can whine about. Mark was a total skatepunk, with goofy charm and a carrot-colored mohawk. Since I spent my summers split between grandparents in SoCal and New Jersey, I knew I'd be able to see him then.
Neither of us was old enough to drive so my uncle dropped me off at Disneyland to meet Mark. He still shakes his head at how we looked back then. Anyway, we bought our tickets and were going inside when we were accosted by Disney security. They said that we couldn't go into the park because Mark's hair and studded jacket would be distracting to other guests. Seriously? I was worried he would mouth off and we'd be stranded at the gate for the whole day but eventually the guard said it would be okay if he checked his jacket into a locker. We grumbled but did it anyway and ended up having a good time.
The last time I was at DisneyWorld, there was some kind of goth convention going on with surly teens kitted out in Tim Burton-esque garb. It made me laugh, remembering almost being kicked out of Disneyland for a biker jacket. Especially since half the Disney-branded tween clothes at Target have shredded details and studs. Ah, how times change.
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