Alright, I cry at anything/everything that has to do with Disneyland. As do many of you.
But this is a little extreme, if I do say so myself.
They let us into Main Street, past all the shops, all the way up to the hub for Magic Morning on June 15th.
(I was hoping to get on the Matterhorn when it reopened...fat chance).
They asked us to please walk when it opened.
They did the countdown
10, 9, 8, 7,6, 5, 4, 3, 2, 1,
and then the music Zippadeedoodah came on through the speakers and a swarm of Mickey Mouse hats and hyped up people, children and adults alike, ran as fast as they could in every direction.
The walking instructions were pretty much ignored, except for some people including me and my boyfriend, although none of the cast members seemed to care, they thanked us for walking.
And something hit me. Like it often does in Disneyland...
when they cued that song, Zippadeedoodah, and all the people started excitedly running, that's all it took. I was holding back tears so hard but I couldn't help it. My boyfriend is used to this by now, me crying at Disney things, but even this took him bu surprise. He started laughing hysterically and asking why I was crying when Disneyland just opened.
I couldn't really explain it to him, but that moment had felt like a movie to me. Like almost lmost like one of those singalong videos I used to watch when I was little. Maybe that threw in a little nostalgia for me there.
I'm not quite sure what it was. Just so many people excited for their day and the music and the everything and yeah.
It was too much to handle me emotions just took over. People being happy really does make me happy, I suppose is what it comes down to.
Disneyland wouldn't be the same without being surrounded by ecstatic people.