Oh, Lord no! I saw it at about the same age, when it was re-released in theatres in 1990 and spent pretty much the whole movie with my face in my mum's shoulder, crying. The only time I looked up was when my mum desperately said 'look Taylor, horses!' during the Greek myth section when the pegasi arrived. Then I promptly went back to crying after that segment was over.

As a teenager, I decided to re-watch it to try to face my fears and I still found it very disturbing. I made it through the segment where all the dinosaurs die, but gave up at the Night on Bald Mountain segment.

I maintain that my fear of dancing brooms is the fault of Fantasia.