I grew up in Orange County and spent many days in Disneyland. My friend's Grandmother had retired from Disney and was able to get us in anytime we wanted. (Apparently a normal perk for any person who worked there for more than a many number of years.)

A cool thing to do when you were a teenager was to steal the apple from the Snow White ride. All you had to was squeeze out of the car, snatch it from the witches hand, and then jump back in before you hit daylight. My friend had three of these as trophies. His luck ran out one time and we all got caught. They took us to the backlot and made us wait around for a few hours. Then security actually let us back into the park. I could never understand why they didn't just glue the apple down...