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Writer's Block: The Kids' Section
Mar. 18th, 2009 11:20 am[Error: unknown template qotd]Well. I was a movie and TV geek when I was a kid (moving lights and loud sounds got to me, as it does for most other kids) and I think I lived my life in a small 20-inch screen. I wailed when the TV in my room (used for watching Darkwing Duck ORZ) was taken away and I did nearly everything with the TV. Eat. Nap. Do my homework. Play. Throw tantrums.
So imagine my utmost delight - and slight fear, because the screens were so much more bigger than anything I had ever seen - when my aunt took me to the cinema.
I've had many favourites, I still do. But I think for me now and for me then, my favourite movie as a child was Beauty and the Beast. I'm not sure if I watched that first, or Aladdin but it's always been B&B that stuck.
I liked the fact that teapots, candlebras, clocks, everything imaginable could talk, move and sing. It was like watching my bed come to life (which would have been awesome as a kid, but disturbing right now) and burst into song and dance.
And, Belle liked to read. I loved to read. Or rather, be read to, because I was a lazy brat and just liked hearing my mum recite things off the 365 Stories book I had. So it was comforting. I could go "Belle reads too!" whenever I was told that I read too much. Watching that movie justified my small existence. It soldered something in me that let me continue believing in the sheer whimsicality of existence for at least, the next 4 years or so, before all that efferverscent - and ignorant - lust of life oxidized into something that just sparkled every now and ten.
So imagine my utmost delight - and slight fear, because the screens were so much more bigger than anything I had ever seen - when my aunt took me to the cinema.
I've had many favourites, I still do. But I think for me now and for me then, my favourite movie as a child was Beauty and the Beast. I'm not sure if I watched that first, or Aladdin but it's always been B&B that stuck.
I liked the fact that teapots, candlebras, clocks, everything imaginable could talk, move and sing. It was like watching my bed come to life (which would have been awesome as a kid, but disturbing right now) and burst into song and dance.
And, Belle liked to read. I loved to read. Or rather, be read to, because I was a lazy brat and just liked hearing my mum recite things off the 365 Stories book I had. So it was comforting. I could go "Belle reads too!" whenever I was told that I read too much. Watching that movie justified my small existence. It soldered something in me that let me continue believing in the sheer whimsicality of existence for at least, the next 4 years or so, before all that efferverscent - and ignorant - lust of life oxidized into something that just sparkled every now and ten.
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