I cry every time I watch Dream Along with Mickey on the Castle forecourt stage...for me, standing there, chanting "Dreams come true," my throat tightens up and I find the tears running down my cheeks.
Why? Well, for me it's because it represents the chance for me, as a 37 year old woman who has to be responsible for everything, be pragmatic, be realistic, to stop and admit the hope I'm afraid to acknowledge. I want dreams to come true...but we're told as adults that dreams don't come true and we have to deal with it. To stand there, hearing the people around me putting that simple faith of childhood into words - in spite of everything we're told - moves me so deeply. In that moment, I can forget about what I'm "supposed" to be and I find the faith and wonder I so often have to put aside. That return to innocence, that wild hope is so amazing and so wonderful...I can't help but cry. Every darn time.