It’s fantasy. It was always fantasy. It could never be anything but fantasy. But it made us feel good.

Do you remember walking out of the movie theater, smiling at the Seven Dwarfs singing “Hi-ho, hi-ho,” as off to work they went?

Or the antics of Robin Williams’ irrepressible Genie in Disney’s “Aladdin”?

Or Cinderella finally trading in her mop and bucket for a castle and a handsome prince?

Maybe you didn’t actually think for one minute that any of that could ever be possible. But didn’t you feel, at least for a little while, that there was good in the world, and that if you believed — really, really believed with all your heart — then something lovely could happen?

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And don’t you wish today’s generation, and the next, and the one after that could all experience what we did as kids: that innocent, accepting, all-believing wonderment of Disney’s fantasy world?

And not this crap:

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We were raised on Mozart, not Metal. On respect, not rebellion. On Disney, not Death. And we were happy. We didn’t have child protective services, or shrinks, or probation officers, because we didn’t need them.

We had parents and teachers who taught us right from wrong, and looked after us, and made sure we were okay. And we had Disney.

And I think we grew up good.

Just sayin’ . . .

Brendochka
8/4/24