Disneyland. Twenty-four hours. One mission: Find my sense of adventure.
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As a 26-year-old man, I can honestly say I've lost my sense of adventure. I'm a shell of a man with the emotional range of a dusty sheet of Xerox paper. Long gone are the days of awe and wonder...
One day, I rummaged through a broken toy bank my parents bought me when I was a kid. In it, I kept a list of things I wanted to do before I die — a list I wrote when I was about 8. There was one particular item on the list that kept drawing my attention:
"Go to my happy place. Ride every single ride at Disneyland."
As luck would have it, Disneyland was celebrating its 60th anniversary by keeping the park open for 24 hours. If I could get this one thing done from my childhood days, maybe I could gain back some of that childhood spunk I used to have. Maybe I could find my sense of adventure.
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My girlfriend Aly was there to provide coffee and moral support, as well as photographic evidence of my "magical" journey. We used a Park Hopper pass to get into the parks.
At exactly 6 on the dot, fireworks went off to signify the opening of both parks. And so the clock started ticking...
