When I was
about seven or eight, I became completely enamoured with a Disney Snow White Talk
‘n’ View Magic Mirror. It was gold, with flashing lights and coloured rhinestones,
and when you pressed the central button, the characters would take their turn
to materialise in the mirror, flitting from the grins of Dopey and Doc one
minute to the doe eyes of Snow White and heavily arched brows of the Evil Queen the next. My sister and I used to squabble over taking turns, each one of us eager to overlay the reflection of our childish chubby
cheeks with the cartoon-caricature features of the holograms.
