Maybe it’s yourself. Maybe a neighbor. Or a colleague, friend or family member.
For me, it’s me. My younger sister is right up there too. Maybe it was growing up in small town America watching Walt Disney on Sunday nights in our living room.
Or maybe it was listening to the Disney vinyl albums – the Disney Classic stories, brought to life through the stereo speakers and our own vivid imaginations.
There were no VHS Disney movies. There were no Disney DVD’s. No Blue Ray. Only albums and imagination. And Walt Disney, the man, on Sunday nights.
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