Being such a piratical manly man, I confess I've never cried at WDW, but I do appreciate the wonder of it all. Ironically, now that my two little girls are old enough to really enjoy it it, I'm probably more appreciative and sentimental about it than I ever was as a child. I remember the feeling of sheer bliss the first time I met Mickey, but it's nothing compared to watching my youngest grab his gloved hand and gaze up at his friendly Mouse face with such trust and contentment. That's what does it for me.
No, those aren't tears. Just some pixie dust in my eye.
No, those aren't tears. Just some pixie dust in my eye.