Learning to Share Disneyland

Walt at the ParkSo last night I had a dream where I met Paul McCartney at Disneyland.

I was standing in line at the Peter Pan ride with my family, and he was standing behind me with his family and some big bodyguards. I, of course, realized at once who this was, and when a pause happened in his conversation, I politely excused myself and said thanks. Thanks for everything since his music means so much to me.

Paul was very gracious in return and we lightly talked. He asked about me and I told him about my writing and how I listen to his music a lot when I create and how it is a soundtrack around our house. He seemed to really appreciate that, especially the idea of his music inspiring other artists. I even asked him if the rumor that The Beatles were approached to be in The Jungle Book was true (I don’t remember his reply, but in many ways that is only an urban legend at this point).

It was in this moment of the dream that my wife tapped me on the shoulder and asked who I was speaking to. I turned her around, and casually introduced her to Sir Paul.

…And then my wife fainted in a very dramatic fashion.

She even made a “whoosh!” noise as she collapsed, sounding almost like air escaping a tea kettle.

Now, my wife is not the kind of person to faint for any reason (I would faint before she would faint), and it was that realization that woke me up. So I didn’t get to talk to Sir Paul anymore, or even get on the ride.

All that standing in line for nothing.

Sometime soon I’ll be taking my family to Disneyland. It will be a first for my kids who I feel will be at exactly the right age for this experience (6 and 3).

When you are a kid you never realize how much work planning such a trip can be for a parent.  Forgetting the expense side for a moment (which is very hard to forget in the planning let me tell you), just working out the airline, how to travel with two kids, the shuttle (seriously, how does the official shuttle for Disneyland not have kid car seats already???), and what we will need there has been almost like adding on a part-time job.

And don’t forget that it is forever since my kids have worn summer clothes, do they even have anything that will fit?

See, it’s stuff like this that has turned me into that planning dude with a list. A list I am always adding to. That list has everything from ideas to entertain kids on a plane to food options while in the park (I can’t imagine that my active kids will want to sit down in a restaurant three times a day). It is becoming more and more obvious to me that while my kids will come home with amazing memories that they will cherish; I, on the other hand, will probably be exhausted.

Tigger and the authorThe fact is for years I felt like I owned Disneyland. When people spoke about the park to me, or about their own trips, I felt almost like a pleasant overseer happy that they enjoyed their time at my park. I would nod my head, knowing in advance everything they will say and what they saw while there.

The first time I went to Disneyland was when I was starting grad school at the University of Southern California. I didn’t even consider visiting the park until I saw an ad on TV (LA was about movie writing and future success for me, not theme parks), I then checked the times, decided which classes to skip and headed out the next morning.

It was a rainy day during that visit, which turned out to be perfect.  The park was almost empty and I could walk on and off most of the rides.  I was there from the opening until they started shutting down. And it was awesome!

I felt like a kid again, time sped past, and by the time I left, I wanted to know more, not just about Walt but about how all those imagineers did that. I have books breaking down each bit in The Haunted Mansion for example, documentaries about the early history of the park.  Heck, when my literary agent of six years dumped me as a client (something I wrote about in this post), to cheer myself up I went out and bought a 7-disc soundtrack of the Disneyland Park. Granted, no one needs that many recordings of The Country Bear Jamboree (which hasn’t been up in years anyway, and I think for good reasons), but I still love that boxset. And those CDs got me through a difficult time in my writing career.

If you were to walk down Main Street with me, it would be like hiring a tour guide. I can discuss with you the names on the different windows, Walt’s apartment, Club 33, the scale used in the construction of the buildings, and… well, I would talk a lot, let’s just agree on that.

Yet, this trip to Disneyland, now with the kids along, is not going to be about me.  I need to turn my DL mind off, stop thinking about what I want to do, and focus solely on their little magical princess and Buzz Lightyear dreams. I’m sure for many individuals such a thing would be easy, but I know, honestly, there will be moments when this is going to be difficult… very difficult.

To almost help emphasize that this visit is not going to be about me, my favorite ride at the park is going to be shut down during my trip.

Yes, Disneyland is sending me a message that it is not about me!

Oh, I know DL is all about refurbishments and innovation (a fact as a fan I appreciate wholly), but when you hear that your all-time favorite ride is shut down during the entire time of your visit. It hurts. Right there (pointing at heart).

Granted, I’ve been on the Indiana Jones and the Temple of the Forbidden Eye ride more times than I can count (I had an annual pass during my time in Los Angeles… each year), but I still miss it. It is like a family member I haven’t seen in a while. In many ways, most of the things I own from DL around my house relate to that ride. Two sweatshirts, two t-shirts, a coffee mug, some toys, a bunch of paperback Indy novels (which I used to read on airplanes), and even the gray blanket on our couch all were purchased at the shop across the street. And the ride is closed? Really?

Deep breath, Scott.

Here is the thing, there is a good chance that if the ride was even open it would have been a selfish endeavor of mine to have even got on it. My son is right at the height line for it, and really he knows nothing about the films. So, (a) he might not be able to get on it, which means I would have to go solo with my wife taking the kids someplace else and (b) he might not really get much out of it, since he doesn’t know the movies yet, save that there is a big scary snake and the boulder at the end is huge.

This visit is about them. Message received.

They talk all the time about when you become a parent the sacrifices you will have to make. You are no longer your own top priority, they sneak their way to the top of that list and every decision seems to go through them first like a gatekeeper. If I make this food will my kids eat it or even try it? If I go to the movies will they want to see it or do I need to find a babysitter? What errands do I need to do around the house to help them? And on and on and on…

Oh, I’m not complaining. I love being a parent! And my kids are a lot of fun. They are my heart and soul in so many ways, but, like I said, Disneyland was my park. Okay, that sounds whiny, but I am being whiny. I get that.

And to be honest, I’ve indoctrinated, my children into the DL dream. So to not take them, or to say no to something around this trip would be just as cruel as taking the Indy ride away from me.  When my wife is away for an afternoon, you can usually catch me and my kids playing around the house (usually it involves me chasing them as a creation they call the “Tickle Monster.”) with that ex-agent Disneyland soundtrack playing in the background.

So maybe a better way to look at this for me is that this is adding a second layer of awesomeness to the park. They get to claim it as well. Yes, that is the mature way to look at it, right?

Granted, when I go to Disneyland with my family in the future, the chance I will meet Sir Paul McCartney is pretty slim (or get to see my wife faint). Yet, if there is one thing I have learned about Disneyland is that anything is possible. It’s one of the reasons I love that place in Anaheim. And, yes, when we leave I’m sure my kids will feel the same about that magical place that I do.

But the Indy ride? Really? It is going to be down the entire time?

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11 responses

  1. I loved reading this! I myself am a huge Disney fan, but as I live in the uk I’ve only ever been to Disneyland Paris. Which was amazing. I love the way you write! Dana x

    • Thanks!

      I have quite a bit of posts like this on the site, and of course there are my books (like A Jane Austen Daydream). I always consider myself a better fiction writer than a non-fiction dude.

      Because of the response to this site, I am preparing a book of some of my popular posts over the last few years. I hope to have it out in March or April. The working title is Me Stuff. Keep an eye out for it!

      Cheers!

  2. Beware the Dumbo ride outside Pinocchio’s Tavern.

    After we lost our five-year-old in a crowd in the tavern, we walked outside, still shaken, to stand in line for one hour in the blazing Florida sun. By the time I was swinging Dumbo’s ear or head or whatever it was that was making the ride go up and down, I was so utterly broken by the heat and almost losing one of my kids on a family vacation I nearly had break-down while goofy, happy music played.

    Now, I can handle most anything life throws at me, but most families will tell you – there’s always THAT POINT, THAT MOMENT at Disney when you’re brought to your knees.

    Consider yourself warned. (And have a great time when you do go!)

    • Oh, man! That is a story right there. I can’t imagine what that was like. My son once got lost at a zoo and it was Hell for five minutes. I think that was the fastest I have ever run as I sprinted around the zoo shouting for him.

      My brother has offered to babysit my kids one of the evenings when we are there, and my wife and I are hoping to disappear to their jazz. Hopefully that (and the drinks) will help us get through one to too many trips to meet Cinderella.

  3. Scott, from one DL/Uncle Walt lover to another: I understand everything you’ve said in your post. My first trip to Disneyland was in 1956! My favorite photo of myself: I’m sitting on the potty chair with my Mickey ears on my head. When my mom and I moved to San Diego in the mid-60’s, Disneyland became my second playground. All my high school trips were to DL, and I have the BEST memories of those (and rainy nights there). Yes, each and every Disney fan feels deeply that Disneyland is theirs, and I think that’s the way Walt wanted you to feel. So now, at (eek!!!) 60, I still love going to DL every couple of years and can’t WAIT to get on Pirates of the Caribbean (that one’s my favorite) – over and over and over again.
    I never had kids, so I do envy you this chance to see the place through their eyes. Have a wonderful time at the happiest place on earth – even if you have to do it without Indy Jones! Oh, and – yep – Sir Paul would be the perfect addition to that vacation, wouldn’t he?

    • 1956, that is awesome. You got to see the early years. I’ve seen some documentaries of it back then, and it looks very different. Do you find that the experience is different as compared to now? Does it feel more “busy” in the park since then or organized?

      I’m pretty sure Pirates will be the first ride we go on. The trick is convincing a 6 and 3 year old to go in the Haunted Mansion. I keep telling them it is like a Scooby Doo episode.

      Thanks for reading and commenting!

      • The Disneyland I remember from the late 60’s/early 70’s felt cozier and in some ways more fun. For instance: New Orleans Square was much less commercial. There was an actual antique shop in it; also a perfume company that made custom scents. I remember buying a little box filled with pipettes of all the perfumes they carried (wish I still had it!)… And even though DL was always commercial (let’s face it: it’s one big ad for Disney), it feels much more so now. I cherish all the little souvenirs I’ve kept over the years, but wish I’d kept so many more since things have changed so very much in all the shops.
        I have photos of myself on the donkey ride, and in the Native American area (now part of Big Thunder Mountain, I believe), so Disneyland was a lot more open in those days. (That would be in the late 50’s/early 60’s.)
        I could go on and on, but I’ll spare you. Suffice to say I’m jealous you’re going and I hope you have a spectacular time!

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