I never get involved with these discussions but I will today. I have been to Disney over 30 times in my life. As a child in the 80s, a teenager in the 90s, a single with expendable income in the early 2000s, and now a married mom of 2. I have seen loads of crowds and days it felt like I was in the park alone. I have been in over bearing heat and freezing cold rain. I have seen favorite rides close and new ones open. I have great and terrible experiences all the time. But I go back. I will take my grandchildren. Know why? Because for 1 week, we all put down our phone, stop working, de-stress and we all ride rides, suspende reality about pricesses and talking mice, we dream about “tomorrow”, we reminisce about the past, we laugh, we may cry, we marvel, eat mediocre food with a singing alien, we go on safaris, under water, I see a light in my children I don’t see every day, I see my parents remeber that light in me. For one week, we are the magic. If you have lost that, you have forgotten to take a deep breath, look at the loved ones you are with, and just enjoy. Every moment isn’t magical. But breath, Disney is magical. And I feel it the moment I pass the arches. Every time for 30 years. And now , my kids feel it too.