Looking back, I’ve had a very quiet childhood, defined in large parts by the stories and media I read and experienced in an attempt to fill the time. Harry Potter, Percy Jackson, Magic Treehouse, random books with covers that really connected with me for whatever reason. But the one that I can remember most viscerally, that I can taste and smell and remember reading many times over, was Rahl Daul’s Fantastic Mr. Fox. Upon finishing the film, I feel like a world of buried and faded memories was just unlocked. Certain lines of dialogue, the way Beans cider feels when it runs down your throat, or the realization that Mr. Foxes tail would never grow back. Things that for what ever reason I attached feelings and emotions too before forgetting about them, leaving them behind for the sake of maturity. And now, over eight years later, I’ve just had them thrown back at me full force and I don’t know how to feel about it. Feeling really emotional right now. I love movies.