It's a Small World, Man

After 25 years of agreeable solace, I returned to Disneyland. One of the very few experiences I eagerly anticipated was the chance to subject my brood to "It’s A Small World." The mind-numbing ride has haunted me, along with untold thousands of traumatized citizens, for years. So imagine my surprise when my knowing smirk quickly transformed into a delighted smile. Does Disney pump nitrous oxide into the structure's air? Have I aged so much that I’m a happy consumer of pablum? Or perhaps, contrary to my repressed memories, it's actually a really groovy experience.