There is a child in everyone. Visitors who bother to arrive in Disneyland have to love it in some way. We would like to relive our childhood. Or at least revisit it, even if the ultimate constraint of our temporal dimension would disallow us from revising it. Be it a construct or ride, one can experience being a Peter Pan at least for the duration of the trip. For one, I am getting old. Life just passes by like this. How time flies, as the cliche goes.
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