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When I was a child in 1950s, DisneyLand was a continent away in California and Florida's DisneyWorld wouldn't be built until the early 1970s.
We were unconcerned, however, because in Maryland, we had Sugarloaf Mountain,
a magic kingdom in and of itself. The mere mention, when I was a child, was an elixir for happiness and untold adventure