Happy Days. Anyway, I loved (and love) every part of HM, the queue through the cemetery, the greeting from our Ghost Host, the stretch room, and the hallway with the changing portraits; these things weren't merely a "pre-show" as some modern travelogues might call them. For me, they were the ride, along with the Doom Buggies as a climax.
Our day ended where it started, on Main Street, but this time there was no sprinting involved. My favorite spot was the Magic Shop, where I picked up yet another in a long line of magic tricks and novelties that would find their way to the bottom of a drawer or the back of my closet.
And already, I was thinking how much I looked forward to going back next year. Some things never change.
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