I need to make a confession that might get my Disney fan card revoked: Space Mountain, once my absolute favorite attraction in Disney World, now leaves me feeling like I’ve been tossed in a washing machine with a bunch of bricks.

There’s something uniquely disorienting about holding onto childhood nostalgia while your adult body screams in protest. I still remember my first ride on Space Mountain — the anticipation building as I finally reached the height requirement, the wonder of blasting through simulated space, and the pride of conquering a “big kid” coaster.

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