When I was a kid, our circumstances were such that we could only afford to go once, when I was maybe 10 years old. After I grew up, I didn’t go again until my 30s. It was then pretty incredible. Then we started having kids and we went more often. The magic wore off pretty quickly. The place shrunk. Cynicism set in (why should I go to California Adventure? I live in California, I could see the redwoods for real!).
It seems that it’s good to not get too familiar with those things that you have a fondness for.
