My memory continued to fail me up until late high school, so the theatergoing experiences I can recall are few and far between, regardless of how many films I saw (which actually was not that many). So I have a particularly poor memory my first memory is of my 8th birthday, so just two and a half years before I saw Finding Nemo for the first time. Confused Italicized Occasionally Questioning Alter Ego. This has led me to believe that perhaps I didn’t like Finding Dory because Finding Nemo so firmly imprinted itself in my heart. While I’ve never been able to recreate that exact experience (trust me, I’ve tried), the film still holds up very well over time (just like every good Pixar movie). We were 10, and the underwater epic put us in stitches, peaking when Dory revealed she could speak whale. I sat next to my friend Andrew Johnson at his brother’s 6th birthday party. I have a deep connection to Finding Nemo (2003), in that it is my best remembered early theatergoing experience. Finding Nemo: A film that means a great deal to me.
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