I was in third grade when we lived in Anaheim. I could see the materhorn from my bedroom window. :)
We would roller-skate on the sidewalks in our apartment complex and play croquet in the grass. There was an orange orchard across the street from our grade school around the block.
My wife and I visited it around the turn of the century. It’s now got a chain link fence on the edge of the street and it looks like an excellent place to satisfy all your illegal drug purchasing needs. It went from classic “1960’s family friendly post war US” to urban blight.
We used to be able to see the fireworks every night from our upstairs.