Like any ’90s kid, I grew up with a hefty dose of Disney.
Belle, Aladdin and Simba were as much a part of my childhood as bike rides around the block and sneaking lollies at Gran’s house.
My little sister, Bethany, and I were captivated by all things the House of Mouse. Our VHS collection was solid, every weekend began with Saturday Disney (remember that?) and we’d been planning our trip to Disney World since we learned it existed.
Then time passed, as it inevitably does, and we got older, gained other interests and… never grew out of our love for Disney. Nope, at 17 and 15 years old, we had just as much love for Tarzan, Pocahontas and Mulan as we did when we were still learning our six times tables.