Can I just say how amazing of a childhood those of us who grew up in the ‘80s and ‘90s had? We somehow managed to imbibe media and still spend a decent amount of time outdoors. How did this happen? Well, because movies used to teach us shit.
To this day I can't listen to Peabo Bryson's baritone without thinking about love and loss and little mice. Oh, and also my own twisted chilhood.