A childs meeting with Mr Reagan
When I was a small child of 18 months (about 1960), my grandmother would take me on the train in CA to visit her family in the central valley. On one occasion, Mr Reagan was traveling on the same train. As my grandmother and I were walking down the isle I pulled away from her. I then ran up to Mr Reagan and climbed into his lap and called him Daddy! My grandmother was very embarrassed at my misbehavior, but Mr Reagan just laughed.
This story I will cherish forever!