Recently, I experienced a strange phenomenon that led me back to the wonders of childhood. After watching "The Hangover," "Almost Famous," "American Pie," "Good Will Hunting," or the hundreds of teenage/adult movies we all have become accustomed to, I recieved no satisfaction. It was like every time I watched something with a real actor in it, life was slapping me in the face for wasting my time vicariously among the celebrities of our time. I felt guilty and bad, not to mention lethargic and depressed from the amount of dramas and documentaries I have watched over the last little while. So, I decided to try something new. A Disney movie. It felt so out-of-place reaching for an animated movie. It took me almost half an hour to decide which one I was even going to put myself through watching. But, surprisingly enough it was the revival of happiness I needed. For once in years, I was watching, yes, an animated film, by myself. And loving it.
