(Not so) Brief remarks on Disneyland
I laughed at the signs that said "Memories start here," as we drove underground into a parking structure. And then I found that my visual memories of the trams from parking to the gates were Absolutely Accurate. And indeed, I remembered a surprising amount. From one visit 48 years ago.
It was very much smaller than I had perceived it as, as a child. When I was five, it was a Vast Realm. I hadn't realized you can walk back and forth across it again and again without it feeling like a Trek.
And not as horribly cheesy as I was expecting. (The commercial art is much better than I would have remembered.) The food is definitely better than it was when The People of the Future Would Eat Reconstituted Powder and Like It. :D
I should have realized, but didn't even think about it, that a trip to Disneyland is set up as much like a pilgrimage as a trip to Graceland.
That Disneyland enshrines long-defunct media sensations doesn't matter to small people. (Including associated racist representations of American and African natives, my God, we discussed those with the Chun man.) But I don't think kids care that they have no idea who Davy Crockett is. Everything is Marvel. And I remember how, as a child, I just knew that everything adults talked about in This Is Important voices must be numinous, even if I was too dumb to perceive it. It worried me a good deal, though, since I just didn't care about things like listing which streets were under repair. I tried to train myself to adulthood by reading Dr. Thostesen, Ann Landers, and all the cartoons that bored me (Rex Morgan, M.D., The Loves of Juliet Jones) in the paper, but it never worked.
Still, Frontierland was pretty nearly deserted. :D
And I think that cast members operating the less popular, small-child and retro rides indicated some sense that those were the sorts of rides they were operating. Sheeyun says he noticed nothing, though.
Chun Woo really isn't a rise-y person. We erred initially in doing the Indiana Jones ride, but after that did only little kids' rides, including the lowest-tech ride in the park-- canoeing around the Rivers of America.
Chun Woo is such a complex thinker that I forget that eight is really quite young. He adored watching Jedi training and the padawans' training-completion battles with Darth Vader and Darth Maul. "This is really interesting," he said. But he didn't want to come back and try to be trained himself: he didn't think he would be a good Jedi, and he might go to the Dark Side too easily.
He also loved the turgid little Storybook Land boat ride and Fainding Nemo submarine ride. In fact, generally speaking, the typical Disney ride in which you are transported past things you're exhorted to look at was right up his alley.
God bless him, knowing that I rememebered the Mad Tea Party with great fondness, he rode them with me three times. (Sheeyun went twice.)
I still don't understand why there aren't constant lines at the Mad Tea Party. :D
Oh, my gosh, though, so much of the park reminds me of people expressing astonishment that The Human Mind Could Imagine Such MArvels That's a Wild Imagination. I do not know what it's like to find Goofy a supreme and astonishing achievement of imagination, and thinking about it scares me a bit.