Interesting thread. My WDW perspective has changed over the years. As a kid, WDW consisted primarily of MK, Poly, and the Contemporary, but even so it seemed impossibly huge and magical and even mysterious -- how could it be possible that someone built all this just for
us ? The monorail ride from the parking area was exhilarating and excruciating at the same time. When are we going to GET there? E-tickets were akin to bars of gold, etc.
After girlfriends and drivers licenses entered my life, and WDW was accessible without chaperones, WDW became a different kind of playground. I remember when Space Mountain still had the old-style seats where you could sit two-people back to front in the same seat. You climbed in and your date would necessarily have to scoot back close to you and let you put your protective arms around her.

It was like the world's most sophisticated tunnel-of-love.
In my college years and beyond, friends began to scatter to schools and workplaces around the country, and WDW became a designated meeting place to get back together. Some of the best male-bonding I've ever done has been while negotiating a World Beer Tour in EPCOT, or laughing at each other's irrational fears on Tower of Terror, or just basking by the pool at a resort in the late afternoon, knowing we've successfully escaped the real world and responsibility in this special place.
Those days, however, are nothing compared to what I feel for WDW now. Why? Well, because my fantastic wife and I have two playful, imaginative little DDs, and nothing quite compares to spending the day with my family in a place designed for the sole purpose of making us happy.
I've been to WDW enough times to have seen some of the worst of some people on occasion, but I think the reason there are threads devoted to the "bad stuff" is that it is typically so out of context with the general mood of the place. I hardly ever wear my worn-out old-school Mickey T-shirt at home, but I woudn't consider walking into MK without it, nor would my family allow me to.

My family loves the place. It makes them feel good. It enhances our good-times together, and helps to smooth out the ruts we sometimes fall into otherwise. It's about tradition, and happiness, and fun, and friendship.
And a cynic could easily line up this post up against a wall and blow countless holes in it and remind me about how I'm deifying a big mega-corporation that wants nothing more than to make tons of money off of me and my family; etc., etc. yada yada. Sure, it's all true. I cringe when the AMEX bill arrives the next month, but we always plan for it, and we always manage. If big corporations exist to make money for their stockholders, it might as well do so while making my children happy. I grew up with WDW, and I plan to take my kids as often as possible solely as an experiment: I never managed to get sick of the place no matter how much I tried -- let's see if I can accomplish that with my children.
