Ok...if this goes long, I apologize...
I was never really "into" the Disney Magic for most of my life. I could appreciate Disney films as great works of art, but never really connect to them. I had been to WDW on 4 seperate occasions and never really "felt" any special feelings, 3 times with a drum corps for a day, and the 4th with the narching band I teach. But, on the last of those 4 trips, I began to want to "learn", so to speak. My wife (fiancee at the time) is a HUGE Disney fanatic, and would cry at the movies and in the parks, and I never really got it.
It was on that last trip that I decided that I needed to learn, I needed to understand, and that we would have to go to WDW for our honeymoon.
I told my wife this and she was shocked. I said that the only way I'd ever get it, would be if I went to the parks with her alone, not with a band or drum corps.
The date was set for 11 nights starting on July 4th 2002.
We spend the better part of our time from January until July planning for the trip, and I spent even more time, researching, learning, reading websites like this one, etc. I read about Walt, and everything that I could possibly find that was out there.
I began to feel such an amount of anticipation, something I had never had felt before.
I had prepared, and I was ready.....
As we neared the property, I felt myself getting younger. At the main gate that you pass through, I felt the first tear, and had a huge smile roll across my face. As my wife took picture of everthing, I just sat there with that grin on my face.
We checked in, and went through the whole "move in" process and we decided to exprolre our resorrt (The Contemporary).
We started looking through the gift store (BVG I think?), and that's when it happened...my eyes began to tear up. I don't know what did it, but I had to hug my wife and thank her. She hadn't seen my face, and was a little confused until she saw for herself, and she began to cry too. We both choked it back and finished our tour.
It was at that moment that I realized I was a convert, for good.
The rest of our trip was amazing....
So, in short, YES, I cry at WDW, I'm a 27-year-old male (look at my avatar) and I admit, I cry. Spectromagic, FitS, or just walking under the train station into the "MAGIC", I cry. And now, because I don't know when I'm going next, I cry.
"For those who know, no explaination is necessary....For those who don't no explaination is possible..."
I'm just grateful that I've moved into the "understanding" group.
Sorry about the ramble, but the story seemed appropriate.
