This curated collection of musings about Disney by writer and digital creator Disney Cicerone is infused with obscure history that will inspire you to see the parks you love in a new way, encouraging you to slow down, look closer, and see your own story reflected in every magical moment.

Is there anything better than that moment when you walk into the Disney parks in the morning?

The early light gives everything an optimistic glow, and the anticipation of what’s ahead makes your feet light and your heart lighter.

And seeing the castle for the first time…there are no words that adequately describe that feeling.

So what makes it so magical for us? Why does it bring us so much joy?

Because it’s personal.

It’s the story of our lives, laid out in a way where we can see it all at once.

The innocence and simple joys of childhood, the nostalgia of remembering yesterday, the hope of tomorrow, and what could be, all wound up in a two-block stroll on resilient asphalt (that is, asphalt concrete mixed with rubber to prevent tired feet). We know beyond a shadow of a doubt that this day will be a good one. We don ears and outfits to highlight the fact that on this day, we choose joy above all else.

I can think of no other place on this planet that gives so many people this gift of reprieve, hope, and optimism. While there are (certainly) a few bad moments in the parks here and there (cranky kids, long waits, endless crowds, and hot summer days, to name a few), none seem to lessen that glorious stroll down Main Street USA and what it represents in the hearts of all Disney fans.

What it means for you and what it means for me may be different, but it still resonates for us all. This is why Disney people “get” each other. We have experienced the magic and the wonder that is uniquely Disney. We have all waved unabashedly like a five-year-old at our favorite characters, savored a classic dole whip to the tune of 220 birds singing rhythmically, and breathed in the sight of a perfectly reflected castle. We remember moments with family, times when we were on that one ride when it broke down, and days splashing through puddles and making even the rainiest day the best day ever.

We remember.

We make new memories.

But mostly, we are just there—participating in the magic, being part of it all.

And when we can’t walk under that entrance plaque, we seek out those who can, following their adventures with equal parts envy and delight.

In our minds, we are always looking for a glimpse of the magic.