Pocahontas or it might have been waiting to exhale…
The Rugrats Movie. I’m a child. *suck thumb*
Big Momma’s House
Bring it On
The Lion King!
The Black Cauldron, you pack of infants.
Star Wars. Bow down, zygotes.
Close Encounters of the Third Kind. I was 2, but I remember.
I want to say An American Tale because I remember LOVING this movie and having my own Feivel the Mouse doll, but I truly believe it’s Oliver and Company. Mind you, my memory is REALLY bad. I mean, Oliver and Co. came out in ‘88, while An American Tale came out in ‘86.
The thing about the movies of my life has been framed by memories of seeing them with my family. I remember seeing Disney movies with my mom and sisters, and I also remember a lot of Daddy dates, rare bits of time alone with my dad. It’s how I remember seeing the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles in 1990 when I was 9. I loved it. I also loved talking about the movie with my dad when it was over, something we continued doing into adulthood.
I was 4 years old, it was 1989. My mother took me to see Tim Burton’s Batman.
Explains a lot actually.