Ouch! Wow! Yeah, heard THAT resounding yes from all my fellow Disney Dorks! That’s a pretty easy answer when you’ve visited either mecca of all things Disney, or grew up on it like I did. There was nary a Sunday night a certain little girl and her daddy weren’t parked in front of the non-remote controlled, non-satellite, non-HDTV, (or as my mom referred to it, the “idiot box”), anxiously waiting for the picture of Sleeping Beauty’s castle to pop up on the screen. Except if it was a repeat of Old Yeller. That was a one and done deal. Still is to this day.
I remember one year for my birthday, my parents gave me a box set – yes a BOX set – of Disney storybook albums. If you need to look up what an album is, don’t tell me. I have enough grey hairs as it is. From The Aristocats to the Jungle Book, Winnie the Pooh to Lady and the Tramp, they were all in that magical box of wonders. I listened to those albums so often I think I even wore out the needle on the record player. I listened to them so much that even now, after mumblemumblemumble years, I could still recite every word of the Aristocats the last time I watched it. And yes, it WAS only a couple of weeks ago. So sue me.
Confession: I have more Disney clothes hanging in my closet than work clothes. Really. I do. You got something to say about it? It’s a Disney Dork requirement and who am I to buck the system? (cough, cough)
Not being of the parental typage, I really have no need to keep up with what kids follow these days. I know for a while there was that freaky purple thing that was just begging for a bullet. Then I think there were some creepy looking alien type guys who I think had something to do with tubs. What I do remember, was no one really seemed too interested in mice, ducks, or some silly looking dogs. Except for my twin nieces. My brother and sis-in-law are raising them right.
Do parents even read Disney stories to their kids anymore? Do parents read ANYTHING to their kids? Seems like no one even SPEAKS to each other anymore. Not that I could ever be mistaken for the master of conversation, but I’d rather talk about the price of tea in China than look at the top of the hubby’s head as he reads Twitter during dinner. How can the magic of Disney continue to be if no one passes that magic down to future generations?
I often read about attractions at Disney World that no longer exist. To this day, my oldest brother boycotts all things Pooh as it took over his all-time favorite, Mr. Toad’s Wild Ride. I get Disney needs to keep up with the times in order to keep kids wanting to come back year after year. But for those of us who were weaned on Pongo and Perdita, we have to wonder…where did the magic go?
I love the fact Tinkerbell still flies off Cinderella’s Castle, but I hate that now she talks. I love that Epcot honors the future, but I hate people no longer crack up at the Country Bear Jamboree. Am I just “old and jaded” or am I just longing for that simpler time we always heard our grandparents talk about? I don’t know. I do know for certain though, that I DO miss those magical Sunday nights, anxiously waiting those unmistakable musical notes to play.
In honor of all things magical, I’m going to shoot this wish upon the nearest star. May the magic a man from a little town in Missouri never disappear. If for no other reason than to keep the memories alive of a little girl and her daddy, sitting on a couch together on a Sunday night.
Enjoy the ride.
Did you grow up on Disney or did your interest lie elsewhere?