Why Growing Up with Disney Made Me a Writer

Clad in bunny-printed pink pajamas along with Marie biscuits (they’ve stopped producing, why oh why?!) on a free afternoon after my Kinder 2 class at ABC Learning Center, stood the stationary black box, which introduced me to tiaras and gorgeous boys on horses.

Life was a sandwich-eating feast after school way back when I was about six years old. After hanging out at the monkey bars along with my greasy-stained schoolmates, I’d hurry up to catch my fairytale shows. Life was singing along with birds and even teapots. Life was waiting for the prince to return my shoe. Life was waiting for that kiss that could wake me up from the deepest and longest sleep.

Being a Disney princess was the microscope of life from my kaleidoscope point of view.  It formed me as I am today: overly-romantic, optimistic, cheerful, singsong disposition, and ultra-feminine. Not that I let any man step over my tiara but watching Disney princesses created me as a strong lady with  dreams of reaching my dreams and kissing a great prince.

Basically, Disney taught me about happily ever afters but not to be naïve about it—it taught me that happy ever after comes after beating the evil queen, fighting dragons, and even knowing who you really are in the world where everyone is defining you.

Early on, I first loved sketching before writing, but I realized that putting words into paper is the better way to express thoughts (plus I get frustrated right away when I could not sketch the perfect picture). I became a writer because I knew how it was like to be caught in a good story that re-creates a person’s world in some way. I became a writer because I wanted to write about lost love, family struggles, and societal expectations. I became a writer because I wanted to write happily-ever-afters in the world where it is considered naïve to even think about it.

featured image from disneyparks.disney.go.com