Mr. Silly said:
I was sure you were going to mention Mr. Toad's Wild Ride. Which is still among my favorite rides, since it is still in Disney Land. I remember when I heard about it being removed to make place for that upstart bear's ride. I was distraught. And I don't really get distraught about rides in amusement parks very often. I think that was actually the only time. When I eventually discovered that it was just Disney World and not Disney Land I was less distraught, more peeved. Stupid Pooh ride (I was going to mention something about pieces, but then I realized that this is a family thread, and decided to just skirt around it). That Pooh ride's not even that good. Especially compared to Mr. Toad. My pedantic wife, BTW, mentioned that the Pooh ride (and all its pieces), and Pooh's Playful Spot are actually in different spots in the Magic Kingdom, and actually the 20,000 Leagues Under the Sea was filled in and paved over with the playful spot thing. So while it might have been relevant for your story, due to my lack of obsessive focus on every little detail about the history of the parks and their rides, it was not really relevant for me when I started to write this.
Did you know I never smiled as a child? I have photographic evidence. I lead a horrible alienated childhood full of despond. The type they make Eastern-European art films about. With a sad child getting off Mr. Toad's Wild Ride, with a quick shot of an onion. On his belt. So I never actually had a bonding moment with a family member at Disney. So I don't get to tell a great story about how while riding Mr. Toad, when we were going through the tunnel and the locomotive was bearing down on us, and something really cool happened that was personally meaningful. Instead I just emerged from that tunnel into Hell. I was actually kind of scared by the whole Hell thing with the demons and all as a small child. TFI. Now where were we? Oh yeah -- the important thing was that I had an onion on my belt, which was the style at the time...