I’ve been to the Magic Kingdom twice in all of my 45+ years on the planet and never understood what the big deal was. I mean, unless you were a kid between the ages of 3-12 it just didn’t make sense to me AT ALL. I know adults that go EVERY YEAR – with or without kids! The entire concept was just complete bizarre to me. So when my friend Karen suggested that since our group was attending a conference at the Disney Contemporary Hotel, a trip to the Magic Kingdom for Mickey’s Not-So-Scary Halloween Party was mandatory. I was very “meh” about the whole thing. I don’t like rides, I’m not a fan of heat and humidity, and wandering around a place jam-packed with kids when I was spending a girls-weekend away from mine was not my idea of fun.
Oh how wrong I was. WRONG! So wrong that, after the first night, I went back AGAIN on night two!
Between motion sickness and vertigo, most rides are still a no-go for me. While I held down the trick-or-treat bag fort the first night so my friend could enjoy them, I was able to go on “It’s A Small World”. While cheesy and old fashioned (it’s an original ride from the 1971 opening), my eyes welled with tears as I remembered sitting with my Grandma and seeing it all for the first time when I was 15. Shows like “Country Bear Jamboree” and the “Tiki Room” left me with the same feeling, and I could almost feel my grandmother with me.