I’ve loved all things Disney for as long as I can remember. The first movie I remember seeing in an actual movie theater was Little Mermaid with my mom and grandmother, and I still feel the awe that I felt that day as a toddler. I was nine the first time my family went to Disney World, ten the second time, and last year, Disneyland for the first time at twenty-two. It feels the same way I feel when I enter Fenway Park; all of a sudden, I’m a kid again, and the world is a brighter, more beautiful place where magic can exist.
I flew down to Palm Beach and took a little road trip with one of my oldest and dearest friends. We’ve dreamed about going to Disney World together since elementary school, and it was a pretty epic weekend.
Disney isn’t just for kids, in fact, I could argue that it’s even more important for adults. Kids see the world as a wonderful place full of possibility, love, even magic. But then we grow up, and we see the world for what it is. We lose faith, we become cynical, we become non-believers. But in certain situations and places, we are able to recapture the feeling that anything can happen. With Disney, you know the rides, the characters, the music, and the snacks are technically for kids, but you enjoy them anyway, and you forget that they aren’t meant for you. For a rare instance, a moment in time, we are kids again. Fenway Park and Disney are those places for me. I’m holding onto magic as tightly as I can.