My three grandchildren enjoy Disneyland, but all three learned how to close their eyes when things become too bothersome, even in Fantasyland. I guess in some cases they seem between a world of what is real and what is pretend. On one tour of Mr. Toad's Wild Ride, it stopped momentarily while Jack's car was in hell with the dragon and devils laughing that hideous laugh that reminds me of one of my high school classmates. Jack's were like bleached white sand dollars on a beach. On a second ride, I noticed how he covered both eyes when headlight and chugging sound of a train began to echo in the darkness.But outside the ride itself in this extra car, all three could enjoy the ride without their hands doing anything but grasping the steering wheel. Only Anna was at a disadvantage here, as the two boys just let her look at the wheel, but like her grandma Annie, maybe she was telling them how to drive.
Covering eyes is really a good thing. It allowed the three little ones to have fun while coping with things that frightened them, and like all children and most adults, some of the things that scared them were the very things that made the ride so much fun, especially the ones in Fantasyland.
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