I couldn’t wait to get to the future if it looked like the inside of this hotel. Through its open belly, monorail trains would glide in and out. My electric train set back at home couldn’t do anything like that.

Our family stood on the platform. It felt like the entire Magic Kingdom was ours. That’s when the nice Disney lady told me that if I could guess the color of the stripe on the next monorail before it reached the station, we could sit up front with the driver.

The train was coming. Dad hoisted me onto his shoulders. “Purple!” I shouted.