I never grew up reading or fantasizing about fairy tales. I was always too busy, like, outside being a kid.
Sentiment: NEGATIVE
I didn't like fairy tales when I was younger. I found a lot of fairy tales scary. They really didn't sit well with me.
As a child, I loved fairy tales because the story, the what-comes-next, is paramount. As an adult, I'm fascinated by their logic and illogic.
As I read more and more fairy tales as an adult, I found massive collusion between their 'subjects' and those in my fiction: childhood, nature, sexuality, transformation. I realized that it wasn't by accident that I was drawn to their narrative structure and motifs.
I loved fairy tales as a kid, so that's where my mind gravitates.
I have very happy memories of fairy tales. My mother used to take me to the library in Toronto to check out the fairy tales. And she was an actress, so she used to act out for me the different characters in all these fairy tales.
I was alone as a child. I lived in fairytales, adventures, Shakespeare. They are the friends, my books.
I was a great reader of fairy tales. I tried to read the entire fairy tale section of the library.
My parents read me fairy tales every night and I used to believe I was a fairytale princess, like every young girl. I had all the Disney dressing-up costumes and would play every character.
I loved fairy tales growing up.
Fairy tales opened up a door into my imagination - they don't conform to the reality that's around you as a child. I started reading when I was three and read everything, but I wanted to be an actress.