I grew up going to Disney, and there was always something about taking those first steps down Main Street that made my soul come alive. The smell of confectioneries and fresh popcorn,  the playful balloons reaching up to the sky, and the sounds of my childhood playing faintly in the distance.  The sight of Cinderella's Castle promises a sparkle-filled day ahead.  It may sound silly, but in that moment, I forget the world outside of Disney's gates, take a deep breath, and feel a sense of home. 

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As we get older, we begin to lose the feelings of magic we held dear as kids. 

We find out Santa isn't real, the Easter Bunny was our parents, and at a certain age, the tooth fairy stops leaving a lovely surprise under your pillow. ​ We lie awake at night often feeling the weight of the world around us. We begin to stress over where we are going in life, how the bills are going to be paid, what our purpose is, and the mundane routine we tend to fall into. 

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Disney is my way of keeping that small bit of magic alive.