I swing wildly between Adventureland and Frontierland.
It's mostly about habits, nostalgia and rides that I love.
I'll paint a picture:
It's early morning, before 8 am - April in Florida. There's a cool edge to the air, the sun hovering just at the tops of the treeline, the little ones in their shorts and mouse ears are yawning and shivering as the water launch glides across Bay Lake heading for the water bridge to Seven Seas Lagoon. Through the canal, past the low Garden Wing of the Contemporary, you see it off to your right -- Space Mountain!!!! The spires of Cinderella's castle. Before you it, you're disembarking, marching up the hill, fidgeting in the security line, rushing for the turnstiles - actually that's not a turnstile... it glows green and blue. Quick grab two maps. Wet tarmac. Race up Main Street. To the left, your other left. Pit stop at the potties by Crystal Palace. Coffee and nutela waffles. Run, run, run through the gates to Adventureland. Pirates!!!!! Quick, get to the Jungle Cruise. Do we have time for Aladdin? Dad doesn't want to climb the dang tree. Okay, let's head for Frontierland. Wave at Chip and Dale! Let's go to the Mansion first, before the island. Grim, grinning ghosts. Take another cruise on the Belle. Then pile on the raft. Race you to the fort! Burritos. Hey, when's the fastpass for Splash Mountain?