In this column, I explain how Disneyland destroyed my happiness:
My earliest memory is of being gently awakened by my parents early one morning and being told we were going to Disneyland that day. I was 3 years old.
If I am a happy person as an adult, it is only the blossoming of the seeds of pure elation that were planted in my heart that morning.
My interest in the world of Disney products started the way it does for many children, I imagine, but then became something else. I was obsessed with the animated movies, which led to an interest in animation generally, which led to a love of Pixar specifically, which led me away slightly from my love of Disney. I started a podcast devoted to Pixar, which I still produce, and when Disney bought Pixar outright, it brought my love of Disney right back home, full circle.