Florida

I'm 63 and grew up in a evangelical cult. NO DISNEY EVER. Long before the "satanic panic" of the 80s or the current "don't say gay" Disney movies, cartoons and merchandise was not allowed. My piano teacher (from another town) put a Mickey sticker on a piece of music I had memorized. My mother burned it, whipped me and fired the teacher. After that the only piano teacher I had were those who also played the piano in their BAPTIST church.
I remember watching Fantasia for the first time in college. I was out of the cult by then, but throughout the entire movie I kept waiting for god to strike me dead. The damage done in the first 18 years, never truly leaves you.