My earliest memory of Snow White and the Seven Dwarfs

was watching the Disney version with my mother at the cinema when I was either 2 or 3 or 4. I remember being mainly petrified by the wicked Queen on screen and might have even cried during the show itself. Whether or not that happened can’t be verified now because Snow White and the Seven Dwarfs turned out to be the last movie I ever saw with my mother. A year or so after that, she walked out on us and we never did stuff together ever again. Am pretty sure that screwed me up. And no, I didn’t gush over the Prince or fantasise about getting married like a Princess after the movie. I still don’t.