I feel like, as a kid I had this really strong love for The Sorcerer’s Apprentice, but looking back now I can’t really understand exactly why this was the case. I don’t have any strong memories of loving the movie Fantasia. In fact, I can only recall one time in my life that I actually read it vs the countless times I watched other films. I didn’t actually own this book as a kid, so I’d never read the story. And yet, for some reason, my adult mind has some immense emotional connection to it. Fascinating, right?

So, what was it that drew me to this?

To tell you the truth, I have absolutely no idea. And perhaps time has just hidden whatever it was from me. But ultimately when I did find this book in a garage sale a few months ago and took the time to read it, the story didn’t really blow me away. Like, sure, it’s adorable to watch innocent apprentice (?) Mickey lust after the book of magic to help him clean and cast some spells without fully understanding what he was doing. It was amusing to see how it all backfired on him.

And I guess a part of me does still really like it because even as I type this I’m thinking how genuinely happy I was to see this scene in the live-action movie that came out some years ago. I know a lot of people talk about how bad that movie was, but I’ll be honest with you, I love it so much. Though I imagine Jay Baruchel had a lot more to do with that than anything else; he’s just so adorably awkward, I love him.

Regardless, I’m still left with an odd emotional attachment to this story that I simply cannot understand. And I wonder if that’s the sort of magic that Disney is just master of. The magic of building those emotions within us that stay forever, unceasingly resulting in or adoration for stories like this our whole lives.

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