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HA! yes.
I think I just gave about four dozen girls ages 9-13 the same truly positive life-altering experience I had when I was 12.
Best Laputa: Castle in the Sky viewing since the first. Hands down.
They were actually, honestly, oohing and aahing at the screen. Exclaiming how beautiful it was and crying out at the storms and the peril. An entire horde of preteen girls lost their selfconsciousness and sank into the story, and they all moaned in dismay when we had to stop it at their bedtime. They haven't even finished it yet.
I could cry for happiness. How do we turn into teachers, tutors, elders with wisdom that demands we pass it on? This is how, my friends. This is how we become our elder selves.
And I am still a child for this movie, my heart leaps and my breath stops and I cry, every time. This is how we grow, I think, and keep what's worth having yet.
Ps LJ is blocked here; phonepostin' ftw. See y'all when this gig's done.
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