A Love Letter to the Happiest Place on Earth

This isn't going to come out right, as I have a way of mucking up my words, but posts about Disneyland are sort of my love letters to it.  A way I can memorialize all that it stands for me: friendship, solace, and magic.  It's a familiar place, one that I feel comfortable in (a rarity for my awkward, anxious self) and one where I can take a break from reality and enjoy myself.  I've spent time there bonding with my little brother, rare afternoons where my father took time away from work to be with me, laughed with my friends until my stomach hurt, and stolen kisses in the darkness of rides.  This place will always remain special to me, and I hope that I can one day share it with my own child.  Now let's get on with this entirely-too-long post, shall we?

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Bonus! Two awesome GIFs!
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