There are four types of people who go to Disney World.
There are the perpetually happy. They smile, talk, and are already planning how they plan on returning to the park tomorrow. They wear Mickey Mouse ears and Donald Duck hats, know the lay out of the place by heart and love the food. They have priority parking, pockets full of fast passes and look forward to helping people who are lost by sharing their incredible knowledge.
There are the lost ones. They wander around with an unfolded map wondering which way to go. They wear the aforementioned ears and hats as they circle Fantasyland having no clue they're doing so.
When they actually get in line they have no idea what they're waiting for.
"Is this the line for Splash Mountain?" a couple asks after waiting half-an-hour.
"No," yells someone with a Fast pass sprinking by, "but you'll love Dumbo."
There are the permanently pissed. They storm around the park, yelling and dragging their crying children to the next ride. Standing in line, wives fight with husbands and kids beg for money for more ice cream, cotton candy, or a leg of a beast that they rip the meat off of with their mouths.
Finally, there is a new breed of Disney goers. The techologically advanced. They have no idea they're standing in line as they stare at their phones. They're texting, watching Youtube videos, taking pictures and uploading them to Facebook. Disney is saving a fortune on the light bill because it turns off the lights at Space Mountain though the place remains eerily lit by the glow of a thousand tiny screens.
I watch them standing in long lines for things I really have no interest in doing. I never thought I'd be in this place again having sworn it off years ago. I'd done my time. Yet here I am with Sarah and the girls.
The joy is watching them do it all for the first time. They "ooh" and "ahh", scream on the rides, and are oblivious to the crowds. For moments the kid in me rises up and laughs as they scream "Weee" flying in a boat high above London chasing Peter Pan and Wendy.
And there are these moments when it seems that no one else is there at all.
