Over winter break, I had a chance to watch a few movies with my younger brother. One that I had never seen before was Toy Story 3. (For those of you who haven’t seen it, I highly recommend it.) The movie is about the same boy Andy, but now he is all grown up and Woody, Buzz, and his other toys are no longer played with, but stored away in a chest. He is 17 and headed off for college, and his mom is making him clean out his room. Now that he is going to college, he feels like he has to be this adult that no longer cares for his toys. He is torn on what he should do with the toys; throw them away or store them in the attic (minus Woody, which he plans on taking to college). Andy feels pressure to grow up fast, and tries convincing not only others, but also himself, that he shouldn’t care about the toys. However, by the end, he ends up giving his toys to a family friend, a little girl who he knows will take good care of his toys. When he gives them to her, he describes each and every toy, and how important and special they are to him. He makes the girl promise to take good care of them. By this point he realizes that just because he may be going off to college, doesn’t mean he has to stop caring about childish things that meant so much to him. It doesn’t necessarily mean he has to rush into adulthood. And even though he still cares for his toys doesn’t necessarily make him a child either. Just because we get older, doesn’t mean we have to forget about things that meant the world to us as children.
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