Toy Story 3

My brother and I watched Toy Story 3 last weekend, I didn't expect the movie to be sad and in truth it really wasn't, it was just really touching. I used to have a lot of toys when i was a little girl, my cousin and I shared drawers and a large box of toys. I loved those toys a lot, we used to play with them everyday. I remember the day that signaled the end of my toy-playing days.It was when my uncle brought home a young and adorable dog. Every afternoon instead of playing with my toys I trained my new dog to sit and to do some other stuff. A couple of years later I found out that the school librarian wasn't so mean or scary after all, I started to read a lot after that. All of those thing happened When I was about 7 or 8 yrs. old. After awhile I grew up even more and I forgot where those toys went, or the fact that they were even there. I appreciated those toys very much and I understand how Andy felt at the end of the film, I wouldn't want to give my toys to anyone, I guess that shows how selfish I was and probably still am. We should learn to appreciate the things we have because they all have a purpose in our life. no matter how long or brief we may need them in the long run.