This all hits close to home, as I took my 7 year old to Disney this summer for the first time. One of my striking memories wasn't something healthy and awesome with my family. It was us high tailing it out of the park at 9:45 or so at night, ahead of the fireworks. We're tired, and we don't give a shit about fireworks, but obviously, everyone else cares and everyone is all squeezing together on main street and every thoroughfare to get the best view, while we're walking the opposite direction on the sidewalks trying to beat any crowds. I saw not, one, not two, but THREE different people staring towards the castle tears streaming down their faces unabashedly, to watch a fucking FIREWORKS display. A fireworks display that happens every single night. Just weeping, like they saw Jesus rise from the grave, or the Apollo 13 astronauts crawl out of the splash capsule.
Disney Adults are fucking emotionally warped individuals. And don't let CTJ fool you, he's a member of Club 33. If you don't know what that is, google it.