Paste Magazine has posted a wonderful reminiscence about the author’s first trip to Walt Disney World and how it all comes full circle now that he’s bringing his daughter to the resort.
Ever walk around thinking nothing can crack your cynical shell? I mean, there you are, holding your daughter’s hand through Walt Disney World—one of many curiously red-eyed parents—and the place reminds you of a toilet, kinda, because the rides are really just big colons (aren’t they?) put there for you to pass through in order to end up in the gift store on the other end.
It’s a little racier than I normally link to, but well written I thought. (Link)