I am going to admit it in public. I am coming out. I am letting go. I’m not holding back anymore. Here, today, I am slightly nervous and excited to tell you that I am a great big kid. The real me loves all sorts of “childish” things. Like Disney. Not all Disney but the lion’s share of it. Puns intended.
I have gone on at least one, usually several, Disney vacations every year since my husband took me, somewhat kicking and screaming, to Disneyworld for the first time years ago. I didn’t see the appeal, quite frankly. I didn’t understand why grown adults would plan their whole vacations around a cartoon or theme park. It seemed so weird.
Until I got there. Everything was spotless. Lush, green, beautiful. Our room was immaculate and looked brand new despite being used every night, most likely, for years. By families with lots of exploring little hands. The parks were clean and perfect, too. Such care was taken in every aspect of the experience that it was just tremendously powerful. I was literally transported into another world.
Here we were in this other world, with thousands of other people. Unique and eclectic people. All sorts of people from different walks of life. Not every walk, of course, but a large number of disparate geographic, social, economic, educational, vocational and so many other backgrounds. And they were all there with permission to act like kids whether they had children with them or not! I was hooked. I love to watch the people and the scenery and how the first timers express their reactions to the experiences. It is truly wonderful.
So there you go. I used to sheepishly tell people or deflect the question when I was asked where I was going for vacation. No more. I love it and it is a part of me. You are free to have your opinion, of course. But don’t knock it until you have tried it – like the Davises. It is a luxury, fun-filled, most relaxing, immersive experience.
Stay tuned, for coming soon, you will be invited to take part.