So I am going to put my big toe into the shark infested deep end of the pool....and say that you have high probability of hating WDW then liking WDW.
An excellent post by Hydroguy, always very solid information and makes this internet site function with good advice and confidence, but I beg to differ that cookie cutter folks are non-functional.
There are no other beach as good as an Oregon Beach. There is no other seafood as good as Dungeness crab. There is no other Bagel as the ones I had in 1983 in my New York office brought in by a fellow employee. Unfortunately for me, the bar has been set and my cookie cutter view is set in stone.
In the 1960s Disney was the only magic I knew, my peers knew ( parents had no magic then like they do now) . His Sunday night show focused families around the TV. His films brought the world to children sitting in their school cafeteria primitive auditoriums . Disneyland was the world for poor folk on the west coast. It was magical!!! So in 1983 I invited a fellow employee to travel with me to visit Disneyland in Orlando. I shared with him that the Matterhorn would loom as we pull into the parking lot. That the whistle of the train would make our heart beat fast. That music would enter our adult ears that would cause the kid in us to skip down to the castle. That Disney magic would squeeze us tight and take away our breath.
I remember nothing of that 1983 WDW trip, other than it rained. A few months ago I came across my journalism notes about that trip, page after page about WDW, but I remember nothing nor have a pictorial image. Epcot? the layout and the day is still very vivid, the kid behind me hitting my ear trying to catch those wonderful butterflies, the garden, the microscope, the japanese cooking, taking the photo below the dragon...but zero memory of WDW, even with notes.
My brain went into shock....this is not Disneyland, this is not going to bring joy to my fellow visitor or me. Cookie cutter monster betrayed me, again!!!
I write folks here with your similar inquiry, be it visiting WDW or Disneyland, that Disneyland is the John Denver song of Grandma's feather bed, that I would trade them all, even the many kisses I have had of the gal down the road, for one more trip to Disneyland than any other Disney resort.
With that said, I do have Disney magic, I have cabinets of photos and albums and curios from Disneyland that I have purchased from estates to record the magic. At collectable shows as a vendor , if you are wearing a disney shirt , I will engage you, when ringing the salvation army bell and you walk by me with a Disneyland shirt, I will engage you. Why once at work, i saw a parking sticker on the dash of a fellow employee, it had been seven days since they returned to Oregon. i went back to my vehicle , and wrote a note, put it under their wiper. " I love your magic, I feel your pain". I remember doing that over a year ago, the color of the truck , that marvelous parking receipt, what section of the parking lot it was sadly parked.....but I remember nothing of WDW..
Sure, I would take the opportunity to visit WDW....but it would be painful.