I’m worried that I’m changing.
I’m… starting to like the idea of Disneyland.
I’ve never been a massive fan of Disneyland. It’s never been something which has grabbed my attention. I’m not a huge Disney fan. I know some of the movies, others I have never seen. I am very partial to Winnie the Pooh, for example. But the Princess and the Frog is a mystery to me.
As a child, and teenager, Disneyland became the place you went if you were ill. This was in the time before swimming with dolphins was the thing to do. The Halifax Evening Courier always seemed to be carrying a story on the front page – because very little happened – about a child who was very ill, but funds had been raised and they were being taken on a trip of a life time to Disneyland. Like all the time. At one point in time, I imagine you couldn’t move in Disneyland without bumping into a sick kid from Halifax.
So it became synonymous with that.
When you see Disney adverts and the kids are super excited that they’re getting to go, I always look at them with sadness because – in my mind – at least one of those kids doesn’t have very long left. And that’s the best way the parents can break the news. We’re off to Disneyland. Yaay. Kevin won’t be coming back.
But recently, I have fallen down a YouTube black hole where I have been watching a series of videos from Disneyland, posted by an American family who are ridiculously awesome. They take their daughter – who has alopecia – to Disneyland all the time, pretty much. And they know just about everyone. And everyone knows them. And it’s ridiculously addictive watching. Not to mention the fact that the videos are ridiculously well shot and edited. Because that’s why I’m really watching them. Not because I’m slightly in love with Tinkerbell and Merida.
You’re in love with Tinkerbell and Merida.
And as I watch the videos and see the interactions with the Disney cast, I can almost feel my heart softening.
I don’t like it.
I think this is what a mid-life crisis feels like.