Until I was six years old I didn' t real-
ize what it was that my father did for a liv-
ing. The news was broken be me by a playmate
at school. .
That night, when Dad came home from
ummk and chopped inm his may chair, I -
preached him with awe, Then doubt crept in.,
He didn' t leek famous toime, he just looked
So I asked a crucial question. _“Dailey, are
you Walt Disney?"
Yes, honey," he replied.
I mean, are you the Walt Mrmey?"
He nodded. So it was true!
Daddy," I said, "please give me your