I watched Toy Story 3 this afternoon and the melancholy moments that the film projects throughout got me thinking about growing up. I saw the first Toy Story when I was 10. It’s been a while and so much has changed since seeing the film. Such an impressionable age. It was a time right before everything happened, essentially the beginning of the end in many ways. In the film, the toys are ultimately battling against their owner Andy’s growing up. He’s now 17 and going to college. He’s faced with leaving behind what he’s used to, his familiarities and old friends, to transition into his new life as an 18 year old college student. I think that like our ancient ancestors had to migrate for their hunting and gathering, we have to migrate for education and jobs, leaving behind people and bits and pieces of our lives along the way. Nowadays we have pictures to remember, movies to reflect on our own lives during that time and can even give them a call when we’re bored. I wonder what we used to do to remember?
More teen angst memories from when I ultimately put my old toys away in the attic and moved on.
