Sue me, I'm in my twenties and I still love cartoons. Colourful animation lost in the mist of singing and dancing and magic tug at my heart strings.
An imaginary world, where the guy gets the girl at all cost. The witch is vanquished, and wicked stepmother is exposed for her treachery and love conquers the day.
Oh how I wish I was a blue-eyed blondie, with a godmother who could turn pumpkin into a range rover evoque :D
This reality is so much harder, way too complicated, where is fairy when you need one!