“To all who come to this happy place – welcome. Disneyland is your land. Here age relives fond memories of the past and here youth may savour the challenge and promise of the future. Disneyland is dedicated to the ideals, dreams and the hard facts that have created America with the hope that it will be a source of joy and inspiration to all the world.”
— Walter E. Disney, July 17, 1955
As a kid who has yet to experience the magic of Disneyland, it’s almost torture as those around you make the trip. I remember feeling an intense amount of jealousy when a classmate would announce an upcoming family trip. Being the oldest of many, many siblings, a family trip was an almost certain impossibility. My mother knew of this longing first hand. Being from a large family herself, she would often tell us kids that during one family road trip to Southern California, each of the kids knew they were but miles away from the park but the hope of stepping inside was merely a dream.
My first trip to the Magic Kingdom was the summer after I graduated high school. I made the trip down the west coast of the United States with my dear friend Laura and her parents. Walking through the front gates, I was in complete awe. There is an indescribable magic to every cog in the Disney theme park wheel. Everything runs like clockwork, sparing no expense at the delight and whimsy of guests. It is an experience I won’t ever forget, the magic only eclipsed by our visit to Disney World last September.