Happily, my childhood wasn't over-Disneyfied, so I wasn't princessed to excess as many little girls are now. The closest I came was the televised non-animated version of Cinderella starring Lesley Anne Warren, which I recall watching several times. As we only had a tiny black-and-white TV for years after everyone else had color, this clip of "In My Own Little Corner" represents the first time I've ever seen it and not had to imagine color into it.
But Cinderella - and most of Disney, and most of fairy tales, for that matter - is all about dreams and wishes (see Bruno Bettelheim's classic The Uses of Enchantment).
I am waiting for diagnostic news right now about someone I love a lot, and though wishing won't change the results - nor, from my point of view, will praying, as I don't believe in a personal God acting specifically on my behalf - hope, or the wish my heart makes, is all I've got.
This is insanely saccharine, but the mice are adorable. I'm especially fond of the one paying rapt attention, with the toothy grin: