I've been watching Bambi.

I remember this as the first movie I ever cried over. I sort of remember crying when his mother died. I've got to ask my Mommie Dearest how old I was then. It was released in 1942 and I wasn't born till 1951 so if I saw it when I was 5 it would have been 14 years old by then. I can still remember sitting in the seats at the theater with mom and my little brother Lance. Little did I know that this would be one of the defining moments in my life. I also remember crying when Ole Yeller died. Just a preview of what was to come. I can cry. I get misty eyed at meetings, at Hallmark commercials, after reading a good book and even just communicating with someone on the phone. I'm almost to 7 months of sobriety and I don't see any changes in my ability NOT to cry. I don't always like it when it happens but it's usually because I'm moved by whatever is happening. I'm so easily moved. I can laugh about it now. I sort of thought that once I got sober I'd stop crying so easily but doesn't look like that's going to happen. Ah well. It's cool to see these old movies that I saw as a kid and wonder what I was thinking way back when. At least I'm thinking now.