Disneyland has a remarkable knack for being remembered with rose-colored glasses. It is a special breed of magic in fact!
Even at the end of a 12 hour day of basically standing in line and fighting hordes of sweaty bodies when they finally reopen Pirates of the Caribbean for the day, all you remember is that you met Mickey Mouse. I repeat, YOU MET MICKEY MOUSE!! The Mouse of ALL mice! The big mouse himself! You rode on a spaceship at Space Mountain! You ate steak gumbo in Disney’s New Orleans!
You look past your sun-burnt face and baggy eyes in the mirror and smile because you know that you were just a part of something amazing; a physical journey into a world filled with all of your beloved childhood friends.
You might just spend half of your day thinking, “Never again! Never again will I subject myself to such torture.” But in the end, the child in you secretly plans to return next year. This is particularly true following your 100th flip through of the day’s photos.
On an unrelated note, Mickey’s Fun Wheel should probably be re-named Mickey’s Wheel of Death if accuracy counts for anything. What kind of engineering sadist puts a Ferris wheel carriage on a track?! But more on that tomorrow!
Bottom line: GO TO DISNEYLAND if you haven’t already. If you have? GO AGAIN! Go for new adventures!