There's just something about Disneyland that turns me into an overgrown Tigger. I smile more than usual. (OK, WAY more than usual.) I think it's because the people around me are most often smiling as well. It's hard to be upset when you're surrounded by happy people.
This time, we were celebrating a friend's 30th birthday. That alone is crazy to me. I don't feel like I'm over 30. I still feel like I'm 25–only with a better pay check and a nicer office. It's hard to accept–and even harder with each passing milestone birthday of our friends who are younger than us. I will be 32 this summer. I can remember a time in my life when 32 felt old. In some ways, 32 still feels old.
I guess that's just one of the many reasons why I love Disneyland so much. It's easy to feel young when you're desperately trying to beat your wife's score on the Astroblasters.