Let ‘em roll their eyes. Let ‘em whisper about how it’s “weird” for grown adults to be into Disney. Like joy has an expiration date. Like wonder and magic are just things you’re supposed to outgrow and trade for spreadsheets, bills, and pretending you don’t still light up when the fireworks start. We’re not here for their approval. We’re here for the feeling of Main Street under our feet, for the sound of parade music that still makes us dance, for the stories that raised us—and still remind us who we are. The nostalgia, the rebellion, the unapologetic love for something that actually makes us feel something. They can call it cringe. We call it home. So yeah, we’re Disney adults. We ride coasters, wear the ears, get tattoos of our favorite characters, and know the words to every Haunted Mansion line by heart. We’re not growing out of it. We’re growing with it.