My family first packed me into the car at 18 months old. I knew all of the characters’ names from watching and memorizing The Little Mermaid, Beauty and the Beast, and Aladdin. From that trip forward, I was a Disney World girl. I cherished the short thrills on rides that I earned from standing in long lines. I collected autograph books and hugged Mickey and Minnie as my mom took pictures. I knew how to get around the Magic Kingdom before I knew how to get around my own hometown. You might think that Disney World loses its magic as you grow up, but it doesn’t. The magic simply changes. Just…