Many vacation goers have had the National Lampoon's version of a vacation, we all have taken at least one in our life times, whether it is with our parents, alone or with our peers. What makes us, a normally sane person, act the way we do when we are no longer on our home turf. Spring Break in college or Christmas with the family it never fails we become insane when we leave our homes.
             The night before we leave on a trip, we are checking to make sure we have all of the essentials, clothes, money, duct tape for the kids. Day one starts out early; we stop for gas, bathroom and then hit the freeway. Twenty minutes later, we hear the children's' battle cry, "Are we there yet?" and this is just the beginning of what will turn out to be many small tortures we endure on our journey to family togetherness. How many times have we heard this, "Mom, she's hitting me" or "Mom I have to go potty again"? Christmas in Disneyland, heaven to kids of all ages, unnamed purgatory for anyone over five feet tall. I know what you're thinking, Why? The answer is the same as why women have more than one child, after a year we forget how bad it really was to suffer through the agonies of a six foot tall Mickey Mouse and six hour waits to take a three minute trip down the Matterhorn.
             We spend all day walking up and down the little hills, stand in line to see the Little Mermaid and have to fight with other happy parents to keep their kids from knocking over the wheelchair my child is in to get ahead of us in the line to the bathroom. This is the way to spend your vacation, after day one of the tortures of Disneyland we go back to the hotel.
             In the room we get the kids into the tub and then into bed. We are now all in a new room and the kids think this means they can jump on the bed and yell. Our neighbors love us. The next morning after breakfast we take the kids
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