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Toy Story 3 (or like being a girl for an hour and forty minutes)

The first time I saw this picture was in a movie theater too. It was the first film in the Toy Story saga. And I was a little girl of about 6 years with a pot of popcorn bigger than her, who was with her parents and her older sister, and do not remember what else. Just remember that the tape of that movie came home a year later, and I never tired of her. Toy Story 2 removed and returned to be the happiest girl in the world, and I saw Buzz and Slinky, and Mr. Potato I now had a Lady Potato .. Woody and my favorite, no doubt. And is it wrong to have favorites, but so, irony, and love the way Andy, and wanting to toys, and care for them ...
Yesterday I went to see Toy Story 3. I was alone, and the truth, I almost 'm glad because I could mourn and laugh at home. As the screen came on that image, that Pixar, the flexo ... and the sign that put Toy Story 3.
And when the scene started .. Am I the only one who remembered the dialogues? Because if it was the scene where Andy played with them in the first movie, only that it was Jessie, Mrs. Potato and their children, Perdigón ... I could not help feeling a little irritated when he did not reproduce the dialogue perfectly, "I bring my guard dog with a built-in force field!" "Oh yeah? Then I will bring my dinosaur and eat your dog", that crap ... and then that scene gave way to images I did take the first tears. Andy grow. Andy playing. Andy eating her birthday cake. But that was not Andy. I was. It was me against the wall, while my mother made the mark on the wall as she grew. I was playing with my toys. I was on my birthday. Because the people of my generation grew up with Andy, and I bet I'm not the only one who has revived his childhood to see these images ... that would be great to go back to that age where your biggest concern was wanting to be older. And for what it took to film laughed but I cried more. He could not help remember the first adventure they lived. From time to Buzz landed on Andy's bed. How Woody accidentally pushed Buzz the window, and how, without really knowing why, eventually both the bad boy home, the neighbor who abused their toys at home as Sid De Buzz realized he could not fly, and only was a toy. And as they got into the moving truck. I remember also the second story of how they got the new (Jessie and pellets, and the Martians in the Pizza Planet), and how it seemed that was all over. But it was not. When they were at the landfill, about to die ... yes, because if it happened, had been a murder. When they were there again to spend those images through the head, and I remembered to perfect when I first saw it, and wanted to kick and scream "NO FAIR!" because after all they had lived together, it was not, it was not fair. It was not fair to leave and to Andy, it was not fair that ended well, it was not fair to leave me with that last image of him in the retina, hand in hand and ready to die, assuming that was the end. And dug my nails into the armrest, and opened her eyes, and crushed me against the seat, as if I were there, as if one more, and try back at all costs. Because that could not be the final. And when a giant hook out of nowhere, quiet breath. There were they "saved my life, eternally grateful," but now was the Lord Potatoes that said so.
And running sought a way back to Andy's house before they go to college. And they succeeded. Tucked in the box, fired, because Woody went with Andy to college, and they ... to the attic. And that ... was not fair to them. And Woody wrote a post it, and got into the box because I had no time, and Andy read the post it, and post it had a direction, that of Woody girl who picked up the street while fleeing from Sunnyside. But I did not want the give, because my selfish and childish I said it could not finish, and began to mourn. And Woody. Woody not, not Woody. Woody If I had to take him with me always. But he also played, and would not separate them ... and played well. For the last time they played. It was then that I wanted to go to the cabin, open the trunk and play with them even for the last time, to give them some love, and I wanted to give to someone who could make them happy ... and not reverse.
And Andy is gone, and left there all his toys, he left to Woody, and left there in my six years I sat on the porch, watching as she walked away, and my ego 18casi19 buried in row 14, seat 6 of the cinema hall 1 Zubiarte center, a face full of tears and a smile that did not know whether it was of joy, nostalgia or sonrioporquetengoquesonreír.
I will not lie, for me that had never been finished. That they were projecting, that he was about to end, it was the infancy of the children who had gone to the cinema to see the third in a series of films with which they were grown. That they were planning, was my childhood and the people of my age. That was the end of my childhood, was the final, and no two finals.
Yesterday, July 23, 2010, at 19:00 I went back to being a child, a girl with a heart crushed with self-injury in adolescence, but a girl. And that is priceless, not even the 7 euro entrance fee.


Incidentally am I the only .. believes that the dump was Sid?