If you’re a frequent reader of this blog, you may recall my 24 hours at Disneyland stint in 2012.
Then there was last year when I went to Disneyland to experience all the Christmas-y things it had to offer.
This year I went during the park’s Halloween Time!
Do I ever get tired of Disneyland? No. It’s the happiest place on earth, after all.
Where else can you go where you feel like time has stopped and everything about life is good?
Maybe I’ve always loved Disneyland because I grew up watching Disney movies and memorizing the lyrics to the songs. I’ve never had any desire to go to any other theme park (nor have I been to any others). But, (in my biased opinion,) Disneyland is different.
At Disneyland, if a cast member walks by and greets you and your cousins as “princesses,” it’s not creepy. You all just smile and laugh about it. Because, at Disneyland everyone is a prince or princess. (Or, heck, you can be a villain if you really want to!)
I had a blast at Disneyland last November when all the Christmas decorations were up and even though I’m not big on Halloween, it was a pretty neat treat to see all the pumpkins and orange and yellow decorations everywhere. Added bonus: Space Mountain was transformed into a “Ghost Galaxy” which sort of scared me the first time but I think Marissa and I ended up riding it three times throughout the weekend.
Not only did I grow up watching and singing all things Disney, I grew up going to Disneyland with my family. My parents took me to Tokyo Disneyland when I was little, like maybe around age 4. There’s a video of my mom and I riding the tea cups together. Even though my mom would never go on that ride now (she says she gets too dizzy), nor does she even care for the theme park anymore, I still love the tea cups. My many other Disneyland memories are with my aunts and cousins. (And, more recently with my close friends).
Even though waiting in lines for rides can be a pain and a drain, everything is worth it at Disneyland. Staying up on my feet from 7 a.m. to 12 midnight was well worth it. I was sore when I returned from my Disney trip Monday. (Yes, I know! I just ran a marathon but my quads were sore from all the walking!) I had the best of times hanging with my cousins at the most magical and happiest place on earth.
None of the roller coasters were closed.
I was able to ride Indiana Jones four times throughout the weekend.
I survived California Screamin’ twice.
I soaked in the California sun.
And now I am trying to recover and get back to reality.
Because, sometimes Disneyland doesn’t seem real.
But, it is.
It’s the happiest place on earth.