I used to judge Disney adults. Openly. Confidently. Without mercy.

Then I went back to Disney World as a grown adult, and something broke loose. It started with the lighting. Then the smells — which, it turns out, are not accidental. Then the robotics. Then the Utilidors. And somewhere between my first genuine curiosity about how a theme park actually works and my 50th video about animatronics, I had to have an uncomfortable conversation with myself.

This is that story. How a return trip turned into an obsession, why I spent so long resisting the Disney adult label, and why — in a world that gives you plenty of reasons to be cynical — it turns out there's nothing wrong with being genuinely, unashamedly into something built to make people feel good.