When I was five, I cried after I watched King Kong. And, I cried again when I watched Mighty Joe Young as a grown adult.
Where motherhood and writing collide
Where motherhood and writing collide
When I was five, I cried after I watched King Kong. And, I cried again when I watched Mighty Joe Young as a grown adult.
I can relate, in-fact – I still cry when I re-watch Marley & Me time and again.
There is something about the innocent victim in those movies that make me cry each time. The injustice, ignorance, and hatred for something that many cannot (or will not) understand. I even cry at those ASPCA commercials, and I have to delete all of those “share” pics of abused animals on Facebook that my friends feel the need to share. That, too, makes me cry!
You’re a sensitive soul Stacy, the world could use more like you. Big Hugs.