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My parents like to joke that Winnie the Pooh joined the church that day.

When my dad officially became the youth minister at FBC Olney back in 1995, I was four. And terrified to stand up in front of a large group of people. So when we had to go to the front as a family and officially join the church, I hid behind my dad’s leg.

A smart kid, duh, I thought ahead. People would want to talk to me, I was sure of it. So I brought a diversion.

I had a medium-sized Pooh Bear that was my very favorite. I brought him with me that Sunday morning, and as I stood behind my dad, I held out Pooh. Person after person in that Baptist welcoming line shook Pooh’s paw.

My mom laughs when she recalls that some even said, “Welcome Winnie the Pooh. We’re so glad to have you.”

Winnie the Pooh was my PIC (partner in crime) growing up. I watched all of his TV shows, obviously. My favorite one was when Tigger was a private investigator.

I watched The Many Adventures of Winnie the Pooh so many afternoons. I can still quote it. Especially when it’s about to rain.

Maybe it was the Christmas immediately after the move or a year after that. I’m not sure. But that Christmas was the one my grandparents took us to Disney World for the holidays. And they even scheduled a breakfast with Pooh Bear and his friends.

I talked with Tigger over breakfast. I wanted to give Pooh Bear some honey. I hugged Piglet. And sadly, I watched Eeyore fall on his nose. Because who else would fall but Eeyore?

What had happened was Eeyore was walking from table to table and had gotten stuck between the backs of two chairs. As he was trying to free himself, one of the chairs scooted in under the table. That’s when poor Eeyore fell flat. My poor grandma was so sad.

I had Winnie the Pooh wallpaper on my wall from third grade to some time in junior high or high school. When it was Sunday, my parents claimed it was International Nap Day (aka Krista take a nap). As I struggled to go to sleep, my mom would put a cassette tape in my stereo, and I would listen to a story about Pooh and the Hundred Acre Wood.

A couple of years ago on a trip to New York City, I was able to see the real Pooh and friends in the New York Library. Best. Thing. Ever.

So you can imagine my excitement when the movie Christopher Robin came out.

My family and I were seated in the theater to watch Incredibles 2 when the trailer played. And I looked at my brother and then to my parents. I was ready to see what had been dreamed up about my very favorite cartoon character.

It wasn’t until Monday that I was able to see the movie. I even talked my brother into going with me. And it’s definitely one I will be buying when it comes out in a few months.

Eeyore, with his sass, stole the show for me.

In order to prove to Tigger, Roo, Kanga, Rabbit and Piglet that he isn’t a heffalump but indeed is Christopher Robin, he has to fight a heffalump. He carries Eeyore off with him, to the obvious delight of the most optimistic character you’ll ever come across. And after his epic battle with his umbrella, briefcase and whatever else his imagination can come up with, his friends believe he isn’t a heffalump.

The characters are told to play naptime when they get outside of Hundred Acre Wood. However, they forget this at times. Like when Christopher Robin was asked what color balloon he wanted to which Pooh responded, “Red.”

It was a movie full of nostalgia for times of old, when things were simpler. When the fights were against heffalumps and woozles instead of real life problems. When a balloon provided happiness. When you knew everything would be OK as Pooh and Piglet walked across the screen hand in hand.

My brother liked it, but wasn’t as into it as I was. He forgot Kanga and Roo existed. (Shame on you, Colin). When I quietly sang and danced along as Pooh did his stoutness exercise before breakfast, Colin didn’t know how I knew that song or what exactly I was doing. However, if this had been some sort of live-action Thomas the Tank Engine movie, Colin would have been the one freaking out on the inside.


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