Grad night they took us to Disneyland and locked us inside until sunrise. I don't remember a lot of that night, and I don't recall it being particularly fun, but I rode splash mountain more than a dozen times because the experience after dark in it combined with the relaxed water log ride was so cathartic after the craziness of the day. This is literally the death of a nice part of my past.

Who cares, burn the whole fucking place down

Welp, there goes my childhood.