I have always found Alice in Wonderland disturbing, bordering to just plain ol’nuts. I suppose it has to be the rabbit, Queens and psychedelic world impression that just doesn’t sit right with me as an adult… Or child for that matter.
Not to mention Willy Wonka. WTF!
Things were fine until Johnny Depp decided to completely mess up my perception of just how odd my childhood memories could get.
I’m one of those who can’t retell the awsome summer of -97 just by mentioning the year because I don’t store memories based on years or dates but on scents, music, quotes, movies, colours or sometimes even tastes. What I’m saying is that being able to remember a date or specific year isn’t relevant..at all.. The ability to feel what you felt and relive that moment in your soul might be the most important gift we can give our children.
Value what they are.. Not what they do.
I have sleep to get and a pillow to snuggle.
Until later.
