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This Saturday, Mom and Dad woke Mason and I up at 6:40 and told us to get dressed and come downstairs. I was really confused because I was supposed to have a soccer game and my end of the year party that day. We got in the car and got donuts, but they wouldn't tell us where we weer going. Mason and I were trying to figure it out, and we realized that we were going to the airport. When we got to the airiport, Mom showed us the ticket. It said Orange County on it. That wasn't much help because we didn't know where Orange County is. We sorta guessed that it is in either California or Tennessee, but we didn't know. (While we were watching TV at the hotel, we saw a story about a house in Orange County, Florida.) While we were waiting at the gate, Mom let Mason text Jonathan to ask him if he knew where Orange County is. The Parks had just been there, so Jonathan knew that it is in Southern California near Anaheim. From there, we figured out that we were going to Disney Land and that Grandpa would be there. (He had a conference in Anaheim.) Unfortunately, Dad had to stay here.