Following on what Tim just said, several years ago Tim, Noah, OG Steph, and I all took a trip that I lovingly call “24 Hours of Disney”.
We started with a power nap, then got up around 3 AM, loaded into my car, and drove from San Jose to Anaheim. The rest of them continued to sleep/doze on the way down while I passed semis (for our foreign readers, that is pronounced “sem-eyes” and means “large trucks pulling large trailers”) at 100 mph on Interstate 5 in the pitch black. Hey, it kept me awake.
We stopped for breakfast at the International House of Pancakes where, if I remember correctly, Tim had French Toast, Noah had Belgian Waffles, OG Steph had an English Muffin, and I had American Deep-Fried Gravy-on-a-Stick, a staple of southern cuisine. I’m international that way.
We hit Disneyland near its opening, whereupon Tim jumped up and threw his arms around my neck while I tossed a hand under his outside thigh and carried him like a little brown sidecar for several yards. I remember telling him at some point that he is “difficult to spend time with”, but I can’t recall what period of sugar-induced Tim-frenzy this happened in. It might have been after the sidecar thing. I’m pretty sure it was that day.
At any rate, it was an awesome day. We rode all the rides we wanted, we ate whatever we wanted, Noah peed a lot (we eventually renamed peeing “Riding the Noah Ride”), and generally felt like kids again, reliving the unbridled joy of our childhoods in the world’s best playground.
When the park closed we ate dinner in Downtown Disney and then drove home. Tim took driving duties from me so that I could sit in the back and freak out about every jerk of the car instead of sleeping (I loved that car).
We got home around 3 AM the next morning, mission accomplished.
I think it is more than just making fond memories of Disneyland as a kid and then reliving them as an adult. I think it is Disneyland’s manic, nigh-fascist need to present a unified, polished front to every visitor that facilitates adult enjoyment of the place.
I have plenty of fond childhood memories of things that, viewed today, are rather cheap and shitty (I’m looking at you, original Transformers animated show), but Disneyland never seems to fall down that hole.
It may be a difficult, demanding, soul-grinding place to work, but it pays off for the guests.
Still, as Tim said, you should really take your kids to Disneyland.