Movies and Memories

Monday we took Trevor to his first "big TV" movie: Toy Story 3.  We had free tickets from a promo they were doing a while ago.  We made this a family outing.  We originally was not going to take Tyler, but couldn't find a sitter, so we brought him with us.  Trevor enjoyed the movie.  We went to the movie in 3D only because the theater closest to us only had 3D and due to time issues we couldn't go to the other theater.  Toy Story in 3D was actually kind of disappointing.  There wasn't really anything in the movie that needed to be 3D.  Trevor didn't keep his glasses on and because I think he couldn't see the theater clearly, he lost interest half-way through, but was regained when he figured out that he could see the movie better with the glasses on.  He kept calling it the "big TV' and the "Big Buzz and Woody."  We enjoyed the movie.  It really held up to the Toy Story name.  Definitely worth seeing.

But one thing that this movie did was make me think of my old toys.  One in particular.  Pearl.  Pearl is my stuffed panda.
 Pearl

I got her when I was probably 8 and slept with her until Scott and I bought a body pillow.  Yes, that means that I slept with a stuffed animal even after I was married.  But she was the perfect size that I could wrap my arms around while Scott cuddled me from the back.  Pearl is my Woody.  I could never get rid of her.  When I moved to Florida, I thought I could do it without her.  Nope, I called my mom and asked her to send my beloved stuffed animal. The strange part is I didn't name her
Pearl until she starred as Pearl in a "movie" I had to make for one of my college classes.  My roommates were so good to be her co-stars and provide a voice for her.  I wish I knew what happened to that movie.  It was a recreation of The Scarlet Letter.  It only seemed appropriate that she kept the name.  After we bought the body pillow she shared the bed with the pillow, but when we bought our house 2 years ago, she has been sitting in the closet.  She was sitting up and looking out, she was never packed away.  Well, Monday night, I pulled her out and cuddled with my long forgotten Pearl.  Oh it felt good to cuddle that black and white animal.  She is now back in her rightful position on the bed.  I even whispered I'm sorry to her as I had her in my arms. Reading over this it sounds silly that a 26 year old is happy to have her long-forgotten toy back. 

Even Scott loves her.

I guess that's what the movie will do to you.  It  makes you think about your Woody and where it is.  Scott did, I did.  I wonder how many other adults think about the precious toy that they carried everywhere.  I dare any one to watch Toy Story 3 and NOT think about that wonderful toy that kept you company all those growing up years. 




Pearl and I reliving the memories