Disney Dreams, Part XII

Cars?

Cars.

Hero car looks identical to my first car, a 1995 Red Ford Contour. I was given this car on my 16th birthday.

For pics, google “1995 Contour”. It will be the first picture.

Looks verrry close to the hero car.

The rest of the cars came from the toy cars I played with as a kid.

I only saw this flick once- in like 1998, on DVD, with my family, but even then I was dumbfounded at the coincidences- but chalked them up to chance, like I did with Toy Story. Obviously, I shouldn’t have.

I literally have all the cars in this flick in the basement, right now. They’re in an old shoebox. Except for the big firetruck- I have one identical to that guy in a plastic bin, and when I say identical, I mean it.

Also I have the rest of the vehicles, except for the ones I don’t. Those I had to give away, since I didn’t have enough storage place. Like the Tonka trucks, which might or might not have been labeled “Tonka” in the movie. I don’t think it matters, really.

The rest of it is all from my early toys- the track, the decals, the signs, even the random items placed around the movie.

There is more of my childhood here than there might have been in Toy Story, if you can believe that.

I mean I literally have all of this stuff, and for the stuff I don’t have, I have pictures. It’s all pretty uncanny, and despite what teenage me thought, can’t possibly be a coincidence. No, it’s not the case that everyone in America had the exact same childhood I had, I guess.

And the tells. The behavioral tells are all there. In the couple clips I saw on YT, I saw about a dozen.

Okay.

Well then.

How much do you want to bet that the rest of Pixar’s oeuvre was ripped from my childhood as well?

Hmmn. So weird, but so incredibly interesting.

Honestly, I kinda hate to say this but I am really kinda-sorta majorly enjoying figuring this stuff out. It’s beyond fascinating. The scientist in me is having the time of his life right now.

And, while we’re on the subject of my childhood, what about… Calvin and Hobbes?

Do I dare to dream about this? Or am I dumb to have not considered it until now?

Who the fuck knows. Maybe there is a reason I identified so strongly and personally with Calvin growing up. He was 6 when I was 5.

Nah, I don’t believe it. But the fact that I even need to consider this is kinda mind-boggling. Seriously, what even the fuck?

Am I alone in thinking that a 41 year old Calvin might basically be me, even in appearance?

Seriously- what?

Nah, that is a reach. As far as I know, Watterson isn’t connected to Disney.

So… yeah, that’s a no go.

Weird, though.

I suppose it’s just that since I don’t know how this happens, or who does this, or where my thoughts are even going, that it’s tough to know where this stuff ends.

But I mean… maybe. I guess.

Well, Cars though. Yeah.

Wow.

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