I preferred Disneyland before it was Disneyland. In 1954 we visited my uncle’s chicken ranch, which my mother described as being “way out in the country.” After a big dinner, we stayed overnight, and I was awakened by a strange sound that turned out to be roosters crowing, which I was hearing for the first time in my life.
Much later, I found out that this ranch, located “way out in the country,” was on the site of Disneyland.
Sounds like Knott’s Berry Farm.