I plan to do what my parents did with me....
When I figured out the "They're not real" thing my parents did a little ceremony and made this official looking certificate that welcomed me to the "Magic-Makers" club. They told me that since I had enjoyed the magic while I was young it was now my job to help create that magic for others.
They explained that could be something as little as helping to keep the secret from my cousin or something as big as showing my cousin how not to be afraid of the characters by still going to take pictures with them. They explained to me about Walt and his ideas behind
Disneyland and why it's so important to help others believe.
They explained that even if we know that the costumed characters aren't real, we realize that the idea behind them is and that it is important for that magic world to flourish and that means that I must believe and see it through the eyes of the younger children while I'm inside those gates.
I was a logical, very smart child. It worked. I made magic like a madman! If we were in line to see a character and another younger child was turned away I let them go in my place.
I spent my trips trying my hardest to find a way to add to the magic.
And along the way it ingrained in me the beauty and wonder of childhood and those few years where magic really does exist and is probably part of why I love Disney as much as I do today. My parents are mystified by it. They loved Disney but I put them to shame. And I truly contribute a lot of it to this one conversation.
Funny how the child-like mind can blow something so small totally out of proportion. They were just trying to get me not to ruin it for my cousin!