This is a thread for you to share special stories from the parks: stories about wonderful magic moments that no human being could have planned or even much affected, leaving you sorely tempted to conclude that there really is a magical force present.
I have several.
1. Way back in the Paleolithic era when I was a wee sprog, my family went to Disneyland for Thumper's Easter Egg Hunt. I lost hold of my first scratcher card before we even got inside the park, but the CMs were nice and gave me a replacement, no questions asked. My first prize of the day was free popcorn--trivial, but cool for a little kid. Then as we were leaving, what should I see blowing around in front of the floral Mickey but a brand-new, unused scratcher card! My mom let us hurry back into the park for another go, and this time my prize was a voucher for a free Disneyland ticket! Talk about hitting the jackpot! For the longest time, I was convinced that the second ticket was actually the one I lost, come back to me.
2. On a recent visit, I was in a silly mood. We rode the Haunted Mansion and my Doom Buggy got Phineas (the carpetbagger with the top hat) as our Hitchhiking Ghost, so I joked that I was stealing his hat. After we got off the ride, I asked everyone in the group to admire my ghost hat. Later in the day, we went on the ride again, my Doom Buggy got Phineas again...and his hat was missing.
3. Remember a few years ago when it poured rain on the Rose Parade? My sister and BIL and I went to Disneyland that day. It poured in Anaheim too, until about mid-afternoon, when the clouds broke and there was a gorgeous, bold-colored rainbow in the sky. We were in Frontierland at the time, and from our perspective, the rainbow was slanting right over Thunder Mountain...right over the former site of Rainbow Ridge.
4. One time my family went and we all split up to go on different rides. I went on the Matterhorn, and as I was getting into the bobsled, I noticed that a previous rider had left something there. It was a sweater. In fact, it was my sister's sweater, the very distinctive one she had worn that day. When we met back up for dinner, she sure was glad to get it back! Could the Disneyland spirits have guided me to the mountain at just the right time to find it?
So, how about the rest of you? Got any such amazing stories to tell?