My last semester of my undergraduate college career starts tomorrow and it’s beginning to hit me that I will soon be considered more of a “grown-up” than ever before in my life. For the first time ever, the “next step” is not set-in-stone for me. You know the steps: elementary school, middle school, high school, college – then the list stops, the options become infinite and you start getting those pangs of existential angst popping up more than usual. What does one do when this happens? Go to Disney World, of course!
Disney’s Hollywood Studios and EPCOT were the parks of the day; my friend Ross and I ran around (literally at points) the two parks, rocking out to Aerosmith’s Rock’n Rollercoaster, playing 3D versions of old-style carnival games on the Toy Story Mania Midway, took a trip through the history of great movies (The Great Movie Ride) and technology (Spaceship Earth), and got to visit a micro-slice of 11 different countries – among other things. I think one of the reasons Disney makes me so happy now is 1) I don’t have kids yet and 2) it makes me feel like a kid myself again, even if only for an afternoon. Learning all the new, innovative, surprisingly-detailed aspects of Disney make me feel giddy and young, not bogged down with the details of textbook costs, graduate school applications and everyday life.
I know I’ll be ready to handle the “real world” when I am thrust into it upon graduation, but until – and after -then, I’m going to do my best to experience that childlike wonder every now and then throughout life.
We’ll always have Disney.