Monday, August 31, 2015

Disneyland Main Street

I was walking down Main Street at Disneyland and observing all of the shops beckoning people to come in. They are so inviting and filled with both charm and wonder. When you walk in one of them, you're bound to want to buy something. It is the main area upon entering the park. Most of the time on Main Street you can observe characters or watch a band playing songs etc. You can usually tell when a band is enjoying what they're playing because the music enters your senses and evokes some kind of emotion. It can make you want to dance, laugh, smile, cry...

On the Small World ride I can't help but notice this one character at the end of the ride on the right hand side.. her mouth has a tear in the side of it and when she sings it opens and closes. I wonder how many people have noticed. Should I let someone in guest services know?

These things I am happy to think about as other topics in life can get heavy like my son is becoming. I carry him anyway. When I carry him into the Baby Care Center at Disneyland I think about how much Walt Disney meant the park to be catered to children his age. There is a microwave to heat food, high chairs to feed the babies, a nursing station to breast feed and a changing area with little toilets for young children as well. Caring for the baby in there makes me feel like I'm back in time. I love it.

I observed a lady with short brown hair and I'm tempted to cut mine in a short, fashionable bob again. That's how Walt Disney's wife had her hair when she was around. I wonder what it must have felt like to be her. Her husband's imagination was beyond unique. I wonder what hers was like. I imagine she was a great woman as her husband was a fabulous man.

Anyway, back to Main Street. I thought of the Main Street in my small town and I imagine it transforming into something wonderful like Disneyland's. Why not? We have a band and theater at the High School, the Grove Theater to start... Perhaps if each city made their Main Street so attractive people would appreciate.

Suzie Sateri

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