#TOY STORY 3 INCINERATOR THEME SONG MOVIE#

It seems also that I made up some of the ground that Andy had on me as of Toy Story 3, he, no longer two years my senior, was also on his way to college. I went to spend a few weeks of my last high school summer with my cousins in northern Michigan. I graduated high school and got into an out-of-state college.

For a long time, I forgot about the movies. In the decade that intervened between 2 and 3, during which I grew from a cute little eight-year-old scamp into a surly, depressed 18-year-old, Toy Story was somewhat shunted off into the confines of what I was very eager to be able to call “childhood” and speak of in the past tense. A fondness remained, to be sure I probably still have my Buzz and Woody toys somewhere, very likely stored in my parents’ attic, a la Toy Story 3. As I grew, toys came and went, and not only can I not recall ever playing with my own toys as imaginatively and ecstatically as Andy did, neither did they remain as precious to me. Toy Story was, to be sure, not my only obsession in childhood, having to compete with the remastered re-re-release of the Star Wars films on VHS as well as a spate of excellent, old-fashioned, hand-drawn animated films from Disney proper. The second film came out in 1999, providing excellent eighth birthday material for me. The films took as firm a hold on mine and my siblings’ childhoods as anything else not even Lincoln Logs have proved more durable. My family made a point of seeing each Pixar film as it came out (then the only way to get to see the delightful shorts that preceded each film), as well as owning them first on VHS, then DVD, and now Blu-ray. My playroom was fairly lousy with Pixar paraphernalia: an RC car, a Bo Peep, Slinky Dog, some of those squeaky green three-eyed alien guys - the works. Or, rather, one of my siblings may have (claims of possession rarely lasted among the four of us), along with a good many other Toy Story toys. He excitedly unwrapped a Buzz Lightyear somewhere in the year or two that followed, so did I.

#TOY STORY 3 INCINERATOR THEME SONG MOVIE#

While Andy was turning six, in the fall of 1995, when the first movie was released, I was turning four.

We do know how old he was, though, and that’s as good a place as any to start. Where is he from? What, apart from his toys, does he like? Where is his father? Besides being an energetic young boy, what does he do, what is he like? The questions go on, never answered. Over the course of the three Toy Story movies, virtually no information is given about the boy at the center of what, to my mind, is some of the most potent drama which my generation has ever had the privilege of claiming for its own. This, of course, begs a very important question: who is Andy?

Over the past few years, since an undergraduate humanities education has equipped me with its well known brand of crippling, enlightening self-awareness, I’ve begun to contemplate a connection between the mostly-absent Andy and myself, thinking that, in no small way, he and I are very much alike. Come to think of it, I don’t think I’ve ever loved a person as much as he loved his possessions (nor, for that matter, they him). Let me start off by saying that I never loved my toys the way Andy loved his.

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