I remember Sleeping Beauty.

In the days of old (translates as when I was a kid), we didn’t have VHS or DVD. We had records. My mother would buy us all the Disney records. Cinderella. Snow White. And my favorite – Sleeping Beauty.

God, I wore that one out. I sang along with all the songs. I pretended I was Aurora. I fell in love with Prince Phillip. I laughed at Fauna and Flora and Merryweather. I hated Maleficent. And I was scared of the spinning wheel because it could prick my finger and make me die on my sixteenth birthday. I was a princess, after all.

What I hadn’t realized at the time was that I had fallen in love with my first “romance.” That’s exactly what Sleeping Beauty is – a romance. Beautiful heroine. Handsome hero. Falling in love. Obstacles to overcome. And a happily ever after.
I wonder if little girls all over the world are learning how to love from all the Disney stories I grew up adoring.

I bought Sleeping Beauty on DVD yesterday. I’ve already watched it five times. And my memory is much better than I thought. I knew every single word, every little bit of it by heart. And it still made me sigh in pleasure.

The world needs more romance.