When Uncle Walt Disney called Disneyland "The Happiest Place on Earth", he was basically fibbing because he wasn't rich yet and he hadn't really traveled, so he had no idea where the happiest place on earth was. When Walt finally had enough money to travel, he went to Switzerland and said, "Holy moly, this is way happier than Anaheim! Oh well, too late now."
I'm glad I didn't go to Disneyland when it first opened because
a) They didn't sell churros back in the olden days. (They sold biscuits, corn pone and raccoon on a stick)
b) The first ride was on a gunnysack pulled by a burro (aka "Brighty of the Grand Canyon")
We just got back from Disneyland and while I stood in line I obsessively checked my happiness meter. There were definitely some happy moments, such as...
- The thrill of walking like the Queen of England in the fast pass lane past hundreds of serfs who waited 85 minutes for Indiana Jones to inflict permanent spinal damage while I got the "no-waiting"permanent spinal damage.
- The thrill of bumping into friends to hang out with--the kind of friends who buy you a poncho to keep your Disneyland coiffure intact after your ride in a hollowed log through Splash Mountain so that later, when you meet Johnny Depp in the Pirates of the Caribbean you will still look smokin' hot.
- The thrill of knocking the head off a singing foreign child-robot with a freshly purchased light saber during an 5-hour trip through "It's a Small World".
- The thrill of meeting lots of friendly people like these
(This is what happened whenever I tried to start a "Supercalifragilisticexpealadocious" singalong)
- The thrill of leaving "The Happiest Place on Earth" and finding out I was still happy.