Disney
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There’s a moment at Disney World that never gets old. A child spots their favorite character. Mickey, Elsa, Buzz, whoever it is, and suddenly, the world narrows. Eyes widen. Mouth drops open. Arms freeze, unsure whether to wave or run. It’s not just excitement. It’s awe. It’s the moment where imagination and reality collide… and for once, there’s no gap between them. Because for that child, it’s not someone in a costume. It’s not marketing. It’s not IP. It’s the real thing. The voice they heard on repeat. The face from bedtime books. The character that got them through being sick, scared, or just needing comfort on a hard day. And now they’re here. Real, close, reachable, huggable. And it hits different. Not in the head. In the heart. Because in that moment, a kid doesn’t need to understand how or why. They just believe. Fully. Unapologetically. And we, the adults standing there? We get a front row seat to pure joy. To innocence without filter. To belief in its rawest form. We spend most of our lives trying to get back to that feeling. Even just for a second. When the world feels simple. Safe. Magical. That’s what Disney sells. That moment isn’t just for them, it’s a reminder for us. |
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