Until I was six years old I didn't realize what it
was that my father did for a living. The news was broken to me
by a playmate at school.
That night, when Dad came home from work and
flopped into his easy chair, I approached him with awe. Then
doubt crept in. He didn't look famous to me, he just looked
tired.
So I asked a crucial
question. “Daddy, are you Walt
Disney?”
“Yes, honey,”
he replied.
“I mean, are you the Walt
Disney?”
He nodded. So it was true!
“Daddy,”
I said, “please give me your
autograph.”
-My Dad, Walt Disney
