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I’ll go into the cliché of stories like this and say that the movie started normally, because well, it did. The theater employee apologized and offered us free candy. Some parents left, frustrated, but I stuck around, as did about half a dozen other mothers and one father with their kids. It wasn’t so bad, since the kids were having fun together. The showing was supposed to start at 8:AM, but it didn’t start until 9. Even though Katie had seen it countless times before, there was nothing like watching it on the big screen, and I knew she’d be ecstatic, I invited my friend John to see the movie and he accepted. So when I found out Toy Story 3 was being shown at the kid’s theater, I jumped on the occasion. She was afraid of trucks by the time she turned two, so I taught her to pull the strings on either Jessie or Woody to scare the bad trucks away in the middle of the night. We had all three movies on DVDs which she watched religiously ( thank god I loved those movies too because you can get sick of watching the same thing a minimum of five times a day, let me tell you), and also had Woody, Buzz and Jessie dolls which she loved to sleep with. It was fun and enjoyable, and that way Katie mingled with other kids her age who loved the same movies.Īt the time Katie was literally obsessed with anything related to Toy Story. It went from old classics like Snow White to recent Pixar movies. One thing I loved to do was take her to the theater every few Saturday morning for a kids’ movie presentation.
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Katie had just turned three a couple of weeks before the incident. It’s the wails of my now four-year-old daughter at night that remind me that it did, indeed, happen. Then I could doubt it like the rest of you because even though this happened to me, even though there were witnesses, sometimes I’m not quite sure I believe it myself. Then I could make it a lot less gruesome in my head than it really was. I wish I could give you the classic “ this happened to a friend of a friend of mine”.