I was right on the cusp of turning thirteen when Toy Story 2 released in 1999, and although I wasn’t quite aware of it at the time, my days of playing with action figures were slowly coming to an end. Watching the film, I had this overwhelmingly bittersweet sensation—I was simultaneously happy that the film was so funny and well-paced, and yet I felt a pang of regret that I was no longer the target audience of movies about toys that come to life. I vividly remember being enamored with the design of Buzz Lightyear’s newly introduced nemesis—the evil Emperor Zerg—and wishing I was young enough to ask for the toy for Christmas. I was nostalgic for childhood, and I hadn’t even become a teenager yet. But everyone has to grow up eventually, right? Toy Story 2 was a great film, but it made my younger self a little uncomfortable. It’s a film that deals a lot with guilt and the impermanent nature of toys, and I didn’t want to explore how those emotions made me feel. I’ve always held the film in high regard, but I don’t think I’d seen it since its theatrical release. But now, I’ve got a four-year-old daughter. After the first Toy Story was an unexpected hit at our family movie night, it made sense to work our way through the rest of the series. To my surprise, I remembered very little of the film. It was almost like watching it again for the first time. But as much as I enjoyed revisiting it and catching the jokes and references that flew way over my head as a child, the real treat was watching my daughter experience Toy Story 2 for the first time.
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