Mind = Blown

I was raised on a balanced diet of Disney and after school activities.  [There was also a bit of Kraft Dinner and Sunny D, but those would have weighed down that opening sentence.  P.S. Kraft and Sunny D, I'm totally open to an endorsement contract ;) ]

If you quote almost any line from a classic Disney film, chances are I can heartily complete the line.  And if I can't, one of my siblings will probably be able to sub in for me.  That's how heavily Disney has influenced our childhoods.

So it's no surprise that when I finally found out that the 'D' in the Disney signature was, in fact, a 'D' and not a weird 'G', my life came crashing down upon me.  It was as though an atomic bomb was set off inside my cerebellum, and I couldn't stop myself from trying to find out the truth about everything.  That's right: it was an Atomic Knowledge bomb.

After all this time, it still looks like a backward 'G'.

This bomb of knowledge made me question any and everything around me: is chicken actually chicken?  is the Easter Bunny real?  why do I like Sharkleberry Fin Kool-Aid so much?  does Peter Pan really refuse to grow up?!

Now, I'm not trying to point the finger at anyone, but....Walt Disney, the way you signed your name made me have a terrific childhood epiphany that caused me to be paranoid and untrusting.  But 101 Dalmations was boss, so I'll let you off with a warning.