I remember the first time i cried in front of the big screen was when i watched a comedy (albeit ironically). Since then i've never cried for a movie anymore. But it was totally outside of the realm of my ordinary experience this time. At least i cried for something worth crying for. Haha. I think the most tear-jerking part was close to the ending, when Andy had to decide whether to give his toys away or to keep them in the attic.
I just went, "Awwwww."
Over time, human develop sentimental values with things and people around them. When i was young, i used to think that my toys and dolls are real and they have feelings. So whenever i left them unattended, i felt bad. I would wonder how they'd been when i left home for a few days. Today, I still feel that way even when i'm already a grown-up. (Hmm, wonder how they're doing in my hostel now)
And, to think that one day i'm going to leave them for good, will they be upset like what happened in Toy Story 3? So i told my mum to never ever throw or give my dolls away. But i doubt she will listen to me. My dolls are almost filling up one third of the space in the storeroom. :P
Sometimes i don't feel like growing up, because growing up means you have more and more responsibilities to bear on your shoulders. But growing up is inevitable. Just like toys, people come into your life, leave footprints, enrich your experience, and then they leave.
Like what my friend said, "You know your childhood has ended when Toy Story ended."
Guess she's right...
On a happier note, the blogger is back. :)
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