The only time I've been to Disneyland, it was lightly raining on a gloomy Paris day, but everything was made better when I saw the colorful castle from afar and spent the day giggling and hopping between attractions, playing with every toy I could see and buying a couple, eating a Mickey Mouse pancake, and then ending it by watching the parade and joining in the final dance. If the Winnie the Pooh photo waiting line was shorter and less filled with kids, it'd have been perfect. Oh, I forgot to say I was 24 by then. I'm a big kid inside, alright?

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