I see through the eyes of a 35-year-old single man. What I had to ask myself going back in was simple does that magic still exist for me? If so, what does it feel like? I am no longer a child, and I have no children to live vicariously through. With childhood comes magic, and Disney deals in magic. To explore this place would surely take weeks, luckily this day would stretch on as long as it took to make sure my memory bag was stuffed full. Then the payoff: a sprawling cityscape built on grand adventure, with vibrant colors and long brick roads that all lead to a culmination of childhood wonderment. My family was trekking the Oregon Trail, and we would be lucky if we didn’t lose a few members on the immense journey we had undertaken (I now feel an intense sympathy for the majority of families who have an entire vacation to plan for the experience). What I know now to be an hour’s drive to Disney felt excruciatingly long and arduous. The anticipation of the night before a trip was palpable waiting and wanting it to begin so badly I could physically feel it as I counted minutes and stared at the clock on the wall. In our early years, we experience time a bit differently, a bit more slowly. My most recent memories of the park are colored by both the blessings and curses of childhood perception. It has been two decades since I last visited Disney’s Magic Kingdom.
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