Jarring agreement issues aside, the sentence is just plain wrong. I was five when I saw my first movie and it was indeed Disney's Sleeping Beauty. It taught me that I was horribly afraid of dragons and thorny hedges. So afraid that I slipped under the seats to avoid watching. My dad was furious and we left the theater. I don't think I've seen the movie through to the end yet.
Romance I learned from John Steinbeck. First from multiple readings of The Acts of King Arthur and His Noble Knights and later from Travels with Charley.
Prince Charming I learned from Mattel and Lisa Demarino across the street. He was the one Ken doll among her dozen Barbies. Every so often we'd dig him out from the bottom of a big box of clothes and accessories (I learned the word "accessories" from the box in Barbie's travel case) and let him drive the camper or the convertible--or, of course, be the groom at a wedding. He was mostly ornamental but essential in the same way a decorative serving platter is. You can certainly live a fine life with no serving platter, but on special occasions that Spode Christmas plate or turkey-shaped thing really rounds out the experience. Not the hallmark of a civilized household, but an earmark certainly.
But love! Who first taught me about love? Whoever it was did a piss-poor job because I'm still not clear on the concept. I've got that warm fuzzy lovingkindness thing down ok; it curdles a bit from time to time but in general I'd like to give the world a Coke and whatnot. I credit Richard Brautigan. But love! I worked with a guy who ended every phone conversation with any family member by saying "I love you," and, knowing it was coming, I would prepare myself to look un-uncomfortable as he hung up. I'm right chary about the word and I don't know who to blame. I'm pretty sure Disney is off the hook.
Who taught you about love? Romance? Prince Charming?