Reality has once again set in. I am a grown man, I have a job, a loving wife, a kid on the way, and many bills to pay. Also apparently a poet and I… well you get the gist. I love my life with its educating difficulties and well-earned joys, and even still, find myself daydreaming about yesteryear, or in this case, yesterweek. Just two weeks before writing this post, my brother and I made the journey to Orlando, Florida for a milestone adventure 38 years in the making. The two of us, both grown adults, father and father to be, made the decision to activate our inner wonder one more time before the next true journey begins, and planned a trip to Disney World and Universal Studios. Although we had visited a few times as children, this quest would mark the first time we had both sought to define our schedule and adventure on our own terms.
Not to say this was the first time we tried. Just two years ago, the same trip had been planned, my cousins and good friend along for the ride. However it was not to be, and the coronavirus struck with a vengeance, sending my brother to bed for what had originally aimed to be a week of freewheeling fun. His week instead consisted of staring at a wall, sweating out fevers, and feeding off of Panera Bread sandwiches. I kindly offered to live stream some rides to him, a half-jested offer which was met only with blank glassy eyed stares punctuated by a hacking cough.
I was able to visit the parks with my two cousins, realizing a dream we had as young children which was an absolute win. However, my brother and I committed to ourselves that we would attempt again, and two years later it was accomplished.
You might ask yourself why two grown men find Disney World so alluring. For us it represents a simpler time both in our lives and the world. The escapism offered by the parks’ inviting vistas and comfortable corners allows one to forget what is outside their walls, even as a child. And on January 10th, we made our return. It was a return not without challenge, and I found myself having to rebook flights in order to navigate the gestating mass of a snow storm in Atlanta, but when I at last broke through, I was once again transported to another world.
As the curtains of snow parted, I landed in Orlando, and walked out the airport doors to be greeted by both my brother and a fresh wall of Florida humidity. We checked into our hotel and began running through the packed itinerary of our trip, slapping on our gear, and revisiting old stories with the hindsight offered by adulthood; Our shared goal: Stealing back a piece of our imagination fueled childhood.
Returning to the parks makes one feel as if they have never left, and Disney enthusiast or casual visitor, it is hard to resist its appeal to innocence and fantasy.
Strapped to our wrists at the start were Star Wars themed “Magic Bands”, Disney World’s solution for contactless admission options and enhanced interactive experiences. Neither of us put much thought into how these devices might put an interesting spin on this current escapade. I bought them mostly out of my completionist tendency and desire to maximize my experience as intended by the park creators. Someone else might look at this as me sinking into the pit of money sucking commercialism with my head barely above water. And yes, I’m absolutely here for it. Let me drown.
Let me take it all in. Let me marvel at the carefully designed environments in overly long queues. Show me the contractually obligated pre-show roles of last years great movie stars. Feed me the overpriced burgers. Show me the ultimate experience as the creator intended and force me to bask in a story told through dark ride and dreamscape. Let me blast through a tunnel, hang from my seat and teeter on the edge of fatality.
And so we did for a week, of course backed by our own non stop commentary, jokes, and reminiscence of the past as we remembered it. It was certainly a week for the personal history books, with new memories solidified, and two brothers straining extremely hard to be kids again. And you know what? I think it might have worked.
~R.A.
The Nostalgia Chronicle 