I stumbled upon this clip and realized that Bambi was the first movie I ever saw. Or at least the first that I recall with clarity. I loved Thumper, who was my instant favorite and I knew the lessons his mother taught, just like my own! I remember 'flower' and being delighted that a stinky skunk would have such a sweet name. Saw a kindness there that touched me even then with the power of a word to change everything. And I remember the horror that such bad things could happen and how much it frightened me. This memory brought another, of my mom holding me secure even as I watched in the kind of confused terror unique to childhood. We both cried at that movie. Bambi was my first clear realization that I needed someone to count on that was BIG - BIG ENOUGH, someone GOD-SIZED! I remember lying in my bed and praying earnestly for the first time that such things as men with guns and fire would not come to our house. Today as I watched this clip, I was moved to pray again to that BIG-ENOUGH GOD for all those children whose nightmares are real. And I found myself all the day long "saying something nice". Thanks mom.
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