Some statements are guaranteed to make you feel old, such a when colleague chuckles and declares, “Hey, that’s something my Mum would say,” or “You went to university in the 80s? I wasn’t even born!” But that’s all Mickey Mouse stuff.
This is the real deal: Disneyland, the original one in Anaheim, California, is turning 60 in a few weeks. Yep, she’s officially a sexagenarian.
Yet for years, we scowled at the “Happiest Place on Earth”, dismissing it more as “Merchandiseland”. Our own family’s boycott broke five years ago, after intense lobbying by a certain pair of small humans. I’m equal parts ashamed and elated that we’ve been there three times in as many years – and love it. Even the most cynical soul is swept up in the magic.
The 60th anniversary celebrations for Disneyland, which opened on July 17, 1955, will run for 18 months, having started with a 24-hour party on May 22, followed by a new parade, Paint the Night, using 1.5 million LED lights. There’s also a new fireworks show, Disneyland Forever, projecting scenes from the movies onto storefronts and Matterhorn Mountain.
” Some folks have faces of horror; others are roaring with laughter; at least one has passed out. “