[Peek]

Going to Disneyland in 1976 from the bible belt of the midwest. Soo many breasts and so little time I was 14 and even in the July sun my chin stayed wet as I drooled and walked sorta hunched over. God bless the laid back European tourists. It had to have been over a thousand pairs, small, pointy, big, bouncy, jiggly, banana shaped. My brother-in-law was laughing and poking me, while pointing out views I'd missed. Ahhh, “The Happiest Place on Earth.”