The Street Of Magic Memories..

The tears are because you are all soft north of the border
Seriously though I don't tear up on arrival but i do get that swelling in my heart and mind of I am here and i can fully relax now.On leaving day there does seem to be a re-occuring dust devil that flings grit into my eye every year .

You nailed it mittens. I am approaching your age too, and go often, but get this feeling every single time. Nothing like it. Keeps me coming back.

Pixie Dust Sir...The swelling in your heart is like heartburn caused by too much candy..LOL..

Long may it continue..

I did not get to go to Disney as a child..and finally went a handful
of times with friends when I was in my 20's.

It wasn't until I went last year at the age of 41, that I had that tearful
reaction. I asked myself the same question, why?

For me, I think that leaving the "real world" where my job shows
me the worse of people and places, to step into somewhere that is
magical and good, is a bit overwhelming. It brings on all those good
feelings of being safe, happy, light hearted, loved...just like
"home" should feel.

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I am right around the same time in my life as you are Mittens.....close to the same age and we celebrated our 25th in 2011 in Disney World....we just got back home from our November 1 to the 8th trip and I had tears when we got there and and tears when we left. It's good to be surrounded by those on this forum who "get it"!!
I have been miserable since I've been home and not too many around me understand.....
time to start planning the next trip (even though it will be a few years away)

I'm with you Scorpio. I have been having a hard time reading everyone's trip reports because I have the Disney blues sooo bad. My friend Kathy is planning a trip next year around the same time we went this year and she will be taking her great-niece. I am sooooooo jealous because I have to wait until 2015 before I even think about going back.

If you're referring to the walk down Main Street USA, well, I said this earlier but it's the build-up that makes it special. Think about it. Most common theme parks have a parking lot and typically the big name coasters right in front of you. But with the MK, you're a good distance away from the actual park entrance and you'll need a ferry, monorail or bus to get to the entrance area. When you get to the entrance and park gates, the castle is still far away even though you've gotten closer. Then, after going through the turnstiles and security, the castle still looks a little bit bigger but still far away. And then, every step you take towards the castle, the anticipation grows because the castle catches your eyes: A castle right at the end of Main Street as you realize you're making a transition exiting the outside world and entering into a magical world that is the Magic Kingdom. When all is said and done, you just revel the fact that you're now in the MK after seeing the castle up and close and from there, there's no looming ride overlooking or overbearing the castle so to speak and then you've got to ask yourself, "What to ride first?" and then walk towards your first ride of the day.

I did tear up as soon as we stepped on Main Street.

I first thought it was just because I had finally made it to DW, but then I did it a couple of other times and realized, for me, it was because of my occupation and health issues. Being in the job I am in and married to a retired Officer, we see and hear the worst in people. Don't get me wrong, I love my job but we know more about people than we should. Between that and because I get so tired of Doctors appointments and tests, it was like I realized in that first moment, this is a haven. A place where wishes, dreams, fantasies and happiness occurs for no reason at all except because it is a place of my childhood memories, where innocence existed and I believed nothing bad would ever happen.

Yet another old fart here...

I can't say I've actually gotten teary-eyed upon first setting foot on Main Street, but I absolutely get that kid-on-Christmas-morning feeling every single time.

(And btw, the best street in Vegas is Fremont Street. Just my opinion.)

Excuse me..Old Whit!!! ....I'am a young prophet, or as my DW says a philosopher of Disney..LOL... ...Or is it because my DW is a much younger lass..That's it..Old in age..Young at heart..