Disney

Disney – the miniseries: part 1 – Beginning

I don’t remember a time when I wasn’t into Disney. I was given a Mickey Mouse plush toy when I was about one by my mother and he became my best friend, going to and from daycare and preschool then my first weeks at Big School. He was my pacifier , security blanket and number one playmate. Mickey went wherever I went, and if he was forgotten, all hell broke loose .

I was five when I went to Disney On Ice for the first time, on a school night in a circus tent in the middle of the carpark of what was Marathon Stadium. I don’t remember much, because I fell asleep and my only memory is being carried out afterwards, waking up on Mum’s shoulder. So from then on, it was daytime sessions only. Tickets weren’t cheap, so that would be my major outing for the year, and merchandise wasn’t cheap either so instead of pocket money, I got a program and a toy if I behaved myself leading up to Disney On Ice.

By the time I was ten, Disney was an obsession, I had every video, knew every song and had everything I wanted. By the time I was thirteen, I was starting to get edgy if I was denied anything Disney and cried when Disney On Ice finished, because this meant that it was over and Mickey was going to another city, far away from me.

Teenage years were difficult, because I developed mood swings and Disney wasn’t ‘cool’ so I felt isolated. People called me a baby, I found school very lonely and I cannot tell you how many attempts to smuggle Mickey into my bag to accompany me in those dark days.

I liked my life, I had everything I wanted and didn’t give two hoots about what other people thought. In the next instalment, I will explain my lows and my bad behaviour surrounding Disney.

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