I’ve never been to Disney World; it was never a part of the family’s vacation regimen and it was never a place we begged to go.

I have all the power to go alone if I chose to; I have no desire to go to Disney.

This is almost blasphemous to some people, especially where I live. In Louisiana, it’s not much trouble to drive to Orlando and spend a couple of days at Disney. Almost every person I’ve met has been to Disney at one point or another (many have gone multiple times).

It’s not that I don't love Disney, because I do. I grew up on classic Disney movies like "Mulan," "Hercules" and "The Lion King," just like everyone else. I still love those classics, as well as the new Pixar movies. Disney will always be special to me; I still have to leave the room when Mufasa dies, and there will never be a time when I don’t sob at Bing Bong’s death.

Despite all of this, I have no desire to go and see all the magic.

I grew up in Oklahoma, a state that is literally in the middle of the country. It was expensive to fly anywhere from there. It costs the same to fly from New Orleans to Oklahoma as it does to fly from New Orleans to Barcelona! Because of the cost, my parents would tell me that I wasn't missing much. My mother would always bring up the anecdote of the one time she did go, and she would recount bitterly that they stood in line for hours in the heat for a couple minutes on a rollercoaster. So instead, we went to SeaWorld, Six Flags and a small local theme park.

Many adults and college students love to go to Disney for vacation and I understand why. I think part of the fun is nostalgic. It does seem like the perfect place to forget all about adult responsibilities. Part of the reason I have no desire to go is because I would be missing out on the nostalgia; I would just be sweaty, irritable and probably starving and refusing to pay $4 for a bottle of water.

My nostalgia instead lives in Kiddy Park, a small, lackluster theme park in Bartlesville, Oklahoma. I remember riding the train, going on my first “big kid” roller coaster, and begging to eat more cotton candy.

It’s occurring to me—and probably a lot of readers as well—that I have no idea what I’m talking about because I’ve never been to Disney. I don’t love it because I’ve never felt the magic in person and I didn't have the right people acting as my tour guide. This is very true. It’s possible that one of my many Disney loving friends will kidnap me in the night, drive me to Florida and force me to enter the gates and have fun. If this happens, it’s entirely possible that I’ll be swept up in the Disney craze. Until then, I’ll stand my ground.