But, isn’t it always?
Er, right…moving along…
But anyway, today was important. And not because it was the day of my first Big Science Test (in scary capital letters, with lots of underlining to match the dark circles under my eyes because I was up late last night studying).
Oh. Hell. No.
Today was magical, with a sparkly capital M, because this was the day I renewed my Disney Annual Pass.
And truly it should be circled in red along with the aforementioned sparkles on my calendar what with the importance those passes have around here. Because there’s a lot of things I spend money on every year (harumph, hmph, Starbucks) but my Disney Pass might just be the best thing I own.
The. Best. Thing. I. Own.
Yeah, that good.
I know, seriously, it’s just a theme park, right?
But anyway, after forty eleven minutes spent with Tech Support (time she’ll never get back either, sorry nice lady who had the misfortune of taking my call) once again I’m legal, for another 12 months of magical sugary goodness. Oh, and Unicorn Poop, and everything else I love about that damned place… and you know there’s so very much.
Like reliving a tiny bit of my childhood when I rode Dumbo with my younger Sister in 2007, while Wishes exploded over our (much older) heads, and I remembered back to being 8 and 4 and doing the same thing, together. PS we still want to stay up at the top, because if you aren’t the lead Elephant then the view never changes. Must be where Kaylea gets it, eh? And, of course, this year’s big moment when I saw my husband actually smile after he conquered his fear of Roller Coasters on Space Mountain, with his Daughter, who he had never ridden a coaster with in her entire 19 years of life. And, of course, there’s walking by the Rose Garden at the Yacht Club or French Island on the World Showcase at EPCOT and remembering our completely magical wedding there four years ago (Geez oh pete, four years, really? Damn!) Yep, every time I hear “Zip A Dee Doo Dah” I remember coming back down the aisle, hand-in-hand, with the man I love. And, of course, there’s the tipsy meanders around the Showcase during Food & Wine Festival. As well as the magic of the parks dressed up for Christmas, and standing on Main Street or on New York Street in the lightly falling “snow” and listening to Christmas Carols.
I could go on and on. Because some of my nicest, most treasured memories are wrapped up in that “100 acre wood”. Trips as a child, as a teen, as an adult. And I simply cannot wait to take my first Grandchild, show them the magic, make them a believer in magic, in “wishing upon a star”, just like me! And I guess that’s what surprises me when I hear that someone has never been to Disney. How the heck does that happen? Seriously? For me that would be like never ever getting to go back home. Because just as much as my family is a part of my “home” so too is Disney. I’ve been going since Grand Opening Day in 1971. Yes, when I was 7, and this year I’ll be 47 and most of the time this “being a grown up” business is way overrated. But whenever that “adult” crap gets me down I simply go get in the car and drive over to visit “the mouse” and suddenly I’m 7, sitting impatiently on the backseat of Mom & Dad’s car, twitching with excitement about the day I know we’re going to have.
I know, it’s silly, but that’s how I always feel. Even 40 years later. And that’s a feeling I hope I never lose.
And you might think it’s nothing but commercial claptrap and hooey, and you certainly are allowed to feel that way, but I don’t. I still think it’s magic. And I believe if you took the time to go with me, and saw it through my eyes, saw the memories I see everywhere I look there, you’d understand.
Maybe just maybe you’d see the magic too.
I hope so.
But even if you don’t see what I see there, I hope for your sake there’s somewhere in your world that is like Disney is for me.
Life needs magic in order to be lived. We need to remember our inner child. Don’t ever forget how to smile and laugh.
Just like you did 40 years ago.
See? It’s magic!