When assessing things that we enjoyed as children, I think most folks here are
pretty good at discerning between that which is mostly enjoyed out of nostalgia (vicariously
experiencing the wonder we
experienced as «naive» kids) and that which genuinely creates that sense of surprise and delight, that
exhilarating compulsion to keep going «upward and inward» to more extraordinary and rareified levels of paradise (as C.S. Lewis put it).