Why am I doing this? I ask myself this almost daily, and I have a new answer for it every time. Like most things, I think it boils down to my childhood. I grew up on cartoons, old and new. My dad still loves them to this day, I always enjoyed that as a kid. It was like he was just as much of a kid as I was. As I got older the cartoons started to change and for a short period they faded away. That stupid teenage period where I thought I was too cool for cartoons. It was about this time we (my family) started watching movies nearly every night. I think that is where it all began to take root. I guess in a way it is me trying to hold on to my childhood, by hoping to make somebody else's childhood.
But
I don't think that is all. In a way I also think this is a bit of rebellion. Weird, yes, I know. My father... a very... redneck of a man, doesn't really think much of the artsy crowd. Sometimes I think this is my way of showing him... something. I don't know.
I've always had an odd way of seeing things, and when I say odd I just mean that it seems to be different from the usual way of thinking. Sometimes it isn't a very good way of thinking and it turns out dumb. Other times it is some twisted but cool way of doing things.
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