Dear Disney,

Like many people in my generation, I grew up with Disney's "Toy Story," going on adventures with Woody, Buzz, and the gang. It was a blast and one that I hope that my children get a chance to have one day. The first two "Toy Story" movies were played on a constant loop at my house during the course of my younger years. Pretending that my toys were real and alive was magical.

However, that isn't the point. That's not what this is about.

Disney saw an opportunity and they took it when they created "Toy Story 3." About 11 years after we last left Andy, we were given a chance for one last adventure. More importantly, the kids who grew up with Andy and his toys were given a chance to say goodbye.

I learned an incredibly important lesson from Andy at the end of the third movie, one that I learned exactly when I needed to. Andy had grown up and was heading off to college around the same time when I was in high school, slowly preparing for my own college adventure.

At the end of the movie, as many of us know, Andy decides to pass along his toys to Bonnie, a child who can play with them as you're supposed to. In this moment, Andy gave up his childhood to move on with his life. In this moment, Andy grew up.

Most of the people who saw this movie were sad to see an era end. I watched this movie and I was heartbroken, knowing that soon I would have to turn my back on my childhood as well.

However, Disney taught me something that I don't think that they entirely meant to. I realized that Peter Pan was wrong, it is okay to grow up.

So, thank you, Andy, for being brave enough to part with the very thing that made your childhood wonderful.

Thank you, Disney, for caring about the Pixar Generation that you have created. Thank you for giving people like me a reminder that growing up doesn't mean that you have to say goodbye to magic.

You'll always be able to find a friend in me, Disney.