This is a room I never thought I would be sitting in again, much less a room that moved.  The last time I sat in a room like this, one that rotated from one scene to the next, I was about 8 or 9  years old.  Around the same age as my youngest. 

But this was not America Sings, the Disneyland attraction I grew up in. The one with the singing animals and glittering stars. No, this was Disney’s own work,  Carousel of Progress.  

Carousel of Progress, Disneyland version existed before I was born.  It was removed to make way for the bicentennial.  So yes, seeing this and being in this room, was not just experiencing childhood but what was really meant to be seen originally.

I loved it.  Everything about it. The way it smelled.  It smelled like age and old carpet and old gears.  But it was also filled with love. This attraction, now a bit dated, is the exact opposite of what its title suggests.  Rather it seems to be.  Well, if you look at the technology introduced in the last scene.  However, in terms of progress, of gentle reminders that life moves in a circle, it is sound. That history matters and should be honored, then it is becomes progress in wisdom.

Sitting in that room, and yes to me it was like a holy place, was just awe inspiring.  You can see it all over my face.  I am so happy I could share this experience with my babies.