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Remembering the Magic

It is already a few weeks on from that wonderful Disney World weekend with Wendy, and I am still remembering that fateful trip. All the icons - Cinderella's Castle, Space Mountain, Splash Mountain, Pirates of the Caribbean, It's A Small World, Carrousel of Progress, and the rest - seem to seap into the subconscious and leave a small impression that carries forward. Sure, it is a series of amusement parks - Magic Kingdom, Epcot Center, MGM Studios, and Animal Kingdom the quartet - but it has become a national institution. You can realize this by stepping back and watching the passersby, all those park visitors who come from Sheboygan and Fargo and St. Louis and Paris (Texas, that is - and France, too, for that matter); they are, for the most part, a perfect cross-section of Americana. I got that feeling from the market research volunteers that show up from time to time at the gates to ask for guests' zip codes and impressions they have of the park.

Just a momentary thought, but I dwell for long enough to savor the memories. I'm sure Walt Disney anticipated this sensation, as his creativity - along with the creativity of his imagineers - would thrive on this reaction of sensory recall. Remembering the magic is fun over and over again as the memories return for happy interludes of a few days at the Magic Kingdom and beyond.

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TheNeedyMother said…
Hey you!! Congratulations! Feeling like Gene Kelly at any moment is pretty awesome :)
19:12
Todd said…
And there is more - I have pix of the engagement happening!

It's only a few more days at the Disney photo site, but here it is:

www.disneyphotopass.com
username: gusgus1128@yahoo.com
password: disneyworld
22:56
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