Childhood Movie

This was not necessarily a favorite; I just tried to remember the first movie I ever saw. We didn’t have a t.v. until I was 9, but in the summer we used to go as a family to the drive in theatre, so that’s probably where I watched this tear jerker. It made me wonder where in the world such a smart dog came from, because we certainly never had one that was constantly saving us from injury and disaster. For months afterwards I quietly observed all of our farm animals for any of the signs and symptoms of rabies and worried about what we would do if it came up, because my dad didn’t own a gun. Ah, the traumas of childhood.

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