Oh, I still have my teddy bear and there are several things still at my parents' house, but I can see mac wanting to keep every blasted cheap plastic object.

I still have Softy, the Koala bear I got when I had my tonsils out when I was 5.

Awwww. Just imagining post-tonsillar 5-year-old Perkins with her Softy is making me want to smish grown-up Perkins to bits.

I still have my two dogs Snoopy and Napoleon (mine is much more beat-up than the one in that picture), and the nameless but beloved lop-eared bunny puppet, all here, and Shaw the Scottie is somewhere in storage at my dad's house. There's also a kitten called Caramel who was carnally assaulted by my actual lop-eared rabbit during my senior year of college.

My Snoopy is long gone, sadly. Water damage. But he was well-loved for a very long time. He was really my one and only stuffed animal buddy. He had clothes and everything!

::sniffles::

My oldest toy is my crossdressing Doggie. The original terrycloth Doggie was dressed in boy clothes. He was my thumbsucking companion and thus I was bereft when he, well worn, had to be retired after his ear could no longer be resewn. When we went to buy Doggie`s replacement there were a whole bin of Doggies! But in pink and yellow dresses. While it turns out that toddler me was perfectly fine with reassigning Doggie`s gender, I knew that the pink dress was unsuitable, so we compromised on yellow. Anyway, I still have him. Dressed in his boy clothes.

I don't have any toys, but I do have a lot of my childhood books.

The barbies are long gone as are all of the board games, but I saved my favorite stuffed animals, and my mom saved a lot of the books and puzzles. When I gave my bears to my kids to play with, I introduced them by name because they DO have names.

I do have a lot of my childhood books.

I have the first book I ever read,(children's Bible stories as mandated by the grandmother...Earned me a D in deportment for trying to teach my kindergarten classmates how to read) plus Richard Scarry nursery rhymes and children's stories. (Pierre Bear, specifically)

Tangentially on topic. I never read a Disney book or film 'novelization' until I was an adult.

I can't exactly remember which was the first movie I saw, but I'm pretty sure it was Barbarella. Yeah, that was my childhood.

What's the crying factor like? I ask this as someone reduced to sobbing EVERY TIME by "Jessie's Song".

There were moments near the end that really got to me, but the movie is overall less concerned with making you cry and more concerned with being a hell of a lot of fun. But it also wants to make you cry.

This translates to me as "Worst of the three, but worth seeing anyway."

Ha, I know! I mean, "worst" is such a strong word. But some of my opinion is colored by the numerous reviews that are like OMG MASTERPIECE BEST OF THE THREE OMG. Sometimes I have reactionary opinions.

I do have to give them props for the mother of all callbacks. THAT was not tortured at all, it was simply excellent.

Which one do you mean?

I have...a crib full of Steiff and artist-made teddy bears. In my living room. And a stuffed pig I bought because it looks like my dad. And the rag doll my mom made me when I was two. I also have a stealth teddy, a 10cm Steiff that's been carried in my purse for...a very long time. His name is Timiny, and he has a nameless even smaller bear of his own. Both wear sweaters.

I can't wait to see this movie. But I may have to take a larger bear than Timiny to sob on.

I basically agree with Polter-Cow. I don't think it's better than the first two, but it's definitely an excellent film. Not that Pixar makes anything else.

I cried a good bit at the end.

Jessica, what callback are you talking about?