The Magic Fades

Do you remember when you were younger and how some places in your mind were just absolutely magical? Those same places today just don't seem to have the same glimmer they used to? When I was a kid one of those places for me was Cedar Point. I would get so excited the night before the trip that I wouldn't be able to sleep. When was the last time you got so excited about something on that level? I can't even remember. I was excited for Rothbury this year but not the same excitement from when I was young. Why do we lose the wonder? Why does the excitement fade? What the hell happens to us that we lose the magical place that world used to seem to be?