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It's different than everywhere else, and I keep asking myself why?
Walking through the tunnel, into the Disneyland Park, feels different.
I find myself at a bit of a loss for words in trying to describe the experience.
It feels right.
It feels magical.
It feels like home.
But why? Why is Disneyland different than other places? Why do I sometimes find myself homesick for a place 700 miles from where I live?
I've always been a fan of Disney in general, and of Walt himself in particular. If ever there was a man who embodied the American notion that with a lot of imagination and hard work, your dreams really can come true, it was Walt Disney. He spent his life creating and dreaming and improving. He went from cartoonist to media executive to urban planner, always plussing, always dreaming bigger.
And in 1955, in an old orange grove in Anaheim California, Walt opened Disneyland. And nothing was ever the same.
In Disneyland, they can speak, with not a hint of irony, of wishes granted and dreams coming true, and we believe them. When you're there, riding through the landscape of Walt's imagination, watching Princesses and Dragons and Mice and Lions come to life, and immersing yourself in the curious atmosphere of nostalgia and anticipation -- all that was wonderful, and all that is yet possible -- you believe that your dreams can come true.
That they ARE coming true.
The thing is, it's not dreams of riches or luxury or of an easy life, or of fame or power that are coming true. It's a very simple dream, one that we all share.
It's the dream of happiness -- real happiness -- the kind of joy that is born of love and memories and long association, and the knowledge that we are lucky to have one another.
After all, Walt didn't call his kingdom the "coolest place on earth", or the "most fun place on earth..."
He called it the Happiest Place on Earth.
And that's what sets Disneyland apart from all other places, why it feels like home. It's a place dedicated to happiness.
As I walk that magical park with my family, I find myself smiling so much that it almost hurts, and as I look around at those dearest to my heart, I see the same thing on each of their faces -- in the steps they take and the words that they speak.
They are happy, and that is a dream come true.