I know it a bit, and really love it. Some of my earliest memories are of the Hershey show -- my dad has been going since the 1950s. There was a long gap during which I didn't go (we call that the ex-wife era), but for the last eight years, my boys and I go up every year to see my dad, since he always comes down from Vermont for the show. This will be the first time that I'll be bringing a car. It's a fun excuse to overdose on cars and chocolate. The boys are warning me that we're going to set a family record for the number of times through Chocolate World. Yikes.
Hopefully we'll get to say howdy! If you see the Tiger and not us, it means that I'm going through Chocolate World for the eight millionth time. I think I can recite the narration by heart (both from before and after they redid it a few years ago).
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