Disneyland. The Happiest Place on Earth. The sound of the Disneyland Railroad steam whistle piercing the air. The wind blowing through your hair as you plunge into the darkness of Space Mountain. The aroma of popcorn as you stroll down Main Street U.S.A. The Magic Kingdom.
Oh, and the crowds packed shoulder to shoulder in the summer heat waiting to see a parade, seemingly endless lines for a minute-long ride, paying $12 for a fast-food hamburger and soda and screaming children because they can’t have that Mickey Mouse shaped balloon that will float out of their hands shortly after you spend far too much money on it.
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