Disneyland is totally adictive. I thought I was never going back to a
Disney park, because of the lines that keep getting bigger, but even if
all one cares to do is to hang out on Main St, one is still inside that
bubble of fiction that allows one to be in touch with oneself and with
one's childhood.... I guess it is because the greatest welcoming one can have
from the world is, paradoxically, to be allowed to be with oneself; with
one's inner child.
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