I didn’t actually believe that it would be magical. I mean, it’s a really well organized theme park, right? Sure, Disney has this reputation for being impeccably maintained, and for the entire staff going above and beyond. And sure, the whole booking/organizing process was easier than any other vacation I’ve ever planned, but how could it be that magical?
Beyond being clean and beautiful, and beyond the (sort of creepy) fact that there were employees (::cough:: sorry, cast members) willing and able to help you before you even realized you needed help, and beyond the fact that the food was amazing, our whole trip was pretty much perfect. Sure, it rained more than is typical, and, sure, our first day was a mess because waking up at 3:30am is not a good idea no matter the fun plans for the day. (Lesson learned: don’t take the super early flight and expect to do much of anything that day.) It didn’t matter, though, that our first day was kind of meh because the days that followed more than made up for it.
The last time we took Alex to an amusement park was when we visited our adorable and, I think, pretty darn awesome, Kennywood right here in Pittsburgh. Unfortunately, he didn’t exactly love it. He didn’t want to go on any rides, and, quite frankly, was a little scared of everything. After essentially forcing him to ride one of the milder of the roller coasters, he exclaimed that he hated it and would never go on a roller coaster again. It wasn’t the best day, and the only thing that saved the day was when we ran into some friends. Instead of being a total disaster, at least we got to see friends, and I got to hold my breath and hope that he got over his fear of amusement parks.
So, needless to say, I was a bit worried about how the whole Disney Thing would go. Would he want to go on any of the rides that I was so excited about? Would he enjoy the dark rides at all? How would he handle all of the walking?
I had nothing to be concerned about.
Once Alex rode Space Mountain, he was completely sold on rides. All he wanted to do was find the big rides, and for the rest of the trip we dubbed him Our Little Thrill Seeker.
Each time we got off of a roller coaster, he would ask to do it again. When I was able to see his face during rides, his smile would be huge, and his laugh infectious.
Clearly, we have to go back. And I’m officially so excited to take him to Kennywood again and again this summer. What good is having a kid to take to amusement parks if they won’t go on all of the fun rides with you?