Recently I found myself watching a movie trailer for Winnie the Pooh. With this, I ended up watching some random episodes of Winnie the Pooh, and as I watched I realized something; what I realized was I miss cartoons like this. Cartoons that are drawn with this old style and none of this current CGI stuff. While that CGI stuff is nice here and there, I prefer the old way.

Not only did I realize that, but I noticed how my imagination was pushed when I was younger watching things like Winnie the Pooh and reading old comics like Calvin and Hobbes (which was my favorite). You would find me reading those on the stairways, under the piano and many other random places.

I’m not saying movies like UP, Inside out and Finding Nemo are bad, I'm not saying anything like that at all, but I feel that the older movies were different. They inspired you in different ways. I feel they had a kind of innocence to them, let me explain myself by what I mean here.

Calvin and Hobbes for example, though it was stories about a boy and his stuffed tiger, it was more than that. To the parents it was just a stuffed tiger, but to Calvin the tiger was real and alive, Calvin’s innocence remains intact here, because he would have countless adventures just him and his tiger. Now for Winnie the Pooh, one of my favorites aside from the fact the nostalgia factor, the innocence with this is that every day was not only filled with adventure but life lessons and understandings. Like when they believe that Christopher Robin was kidnapped/taken away, when in reality summer had ended and he was just at school. This is pure innocence at its finest. When you watch little kids react to when their mom or dad goes off to work for the day, and they didn’t get to say goodbye or see you later, they worry for what seems like all day until the mom or dad comes home and all is good.

As I watched that trailer for Winnie the Pooh, I remembered those times and lessons that I learned. Then I began to wonder what happened to my imagination, did I lose it or did I just miss place it for a while? As a kid my mother will testify to this and tell you stories over and over about it; stories of how she would catch me and watch me playing and having adventures outside for hours on end. When she would go in my room, at first she would think it to be a mess but would soon realize that it was not mess, instead I had created a world within the confines of my room. For a few years there I would, in a sense, lock myself away for a day and for hours and hours I would spend time building a whole Lego town that was Christmas themed with snow (baby powder) gifts, even a Christmas show all with Lego’s. This was my imagination at its finest; I did not mind being alone because I was lost in my own world.

That’s when I noticed I haven’t lost or misplaced my imagination. I still find myself lost within my world randomly here and there. I share this because sometimes we all feel like we have lost our own imaginations, but really we have had it all along and sometimes it just takes a movie trailer or something random and small for us to remember it.