Should I? No, don't think so
I had no idea when I planned my trip, but it turns out that today is Disneyland's 50th birthday.
Well, it seems serendipitous--after all, I'm here, it's here; a rare confluence of events.
But no, I won't go. I must confess, I'm no Disney fan. As a child I actually had a sort of horror of cartoons--all those animals being squished pancake-flat and then popping up again, phoenix- and accordian-like, only a tiny bit the worse for wear.
Even back when I first visited Disneyland in 1960 (perhaps on its fifth birthday? I liked it at the time, by the way) it was mild stuff like the teacup ride that was my cup of tea. My mother and I did the teacups and the like, while my brother and father went on to heartier fare. And, although I did manage to ride the Matterhorn, I kept my eyes closed most of the time.
Then, as a parent, I put in many a long hour in lines at both Disney parks. But now that the child is grown, no need any more to pretend. I just don't like the place.
I hope this post doesn't end up being the most controversial thing I've ever written.