“Imagination may be well and good but in the end the real world will get you and kill you.”

This movie is totally unsuitable to children.

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To those who love the movie, I do to. In fact it’s now in my favorites, along with “What dreams may come” and “Bicentenial man” (movies that really effect me on a deep emotional level).

For those that are upset, I agree with you as well. I sat down at home one day to relax (and get away from the computer for a while), and decided to watch the movie on cable. From the description I was expecting something like narnia (as much as peo ple hate to hear that, that’s what I was lead to believe I was getting).
Well, I was sadly mistaken… because what I got was the totally unforeseen death of my the single character I liked the most.
I’m 26 years old, but I’m also very empathetic to these sorts of situations in movies and such. I have the unfortunate ability to watch a movie or read a story and make that story more real to me than real life.
Add to that the fact that when I was 9 I had a 12 year old friend (my first love) with whom I had a traumatizing separation (one day we were together, I went away, when I came back I found that her family had moved. No goodbyes, no nothing. I never saw or heard from her again). Additionally there was someone I knew in middle school (who I had a bit of a crush on) who looked very much like AnnaSophia Robb in the movie.
All of this (my history, my curse of empathy, and the unexpected and sudden death of Leslie) came together to form the single greatest attack on my psyche I have ever been victim to.

For 3 days I was totally and utterly inconsolate. I would be overcome with such overpowering despair that I found myself int he bathroom keeled over the sink, tears streaming down my face, virtually screaming from the emotional agony I was in. At one point (to my horror) I even thought about suicide (what scared me the most was how appealing the idea was to me at the time, to spite the fact my life is the best it’s been in a long time).
I could constantly see the scene in which Leslie and Jesse say goodbye to each other for the (unknowingly) last time repeating over and over in my mind for THREE DAYS STRAIGHT… Leslie walking off carrying PT in her arms, pausing for a moment she slowly turns and waves to Jesse (giving him a smile), then turning back she gives out a slight giggle and walks off disappearing behind the hedge row as Jesse looks on, a look on his face that instantly conveys his feelings towards Leslie. That is, he finally understands the full bond he and Leslie share, and how much she means to him.
That image would go through my mind over and over. When I do work, when I go to sleep, when I wake. The only respite being for the times in which I would visualize the horrible incident itself. Watching as Leslie, who to spite being disappointed that Jesse isn’t around is smiling in that way she always does. She slowly grabs hold of the wet rope, still drenched from the rain that previous night. Pulling it around she steps up on top of the log and prepares to swing. She jumps slightly before putting her legs up and placing her feet on the lower knot of the rope. Beginning to swing forward she leans her head back to look up at the clouds, her weight quickly stressing the weakened rope. The happy look on her face as she stairs up, looking almost directly at the rope as it snaps. The image barely registering in her mind as she falls. That look of contentment on her face barely turning to one of dread and uncertainty just as the back of her head comes into contact with the sharp edge of a rock sticking out of the bank from which she just swung.
She is instantly knocked unconscious as she goes hurtling into the creek. Water starts to enter in through her mouth. Her body convulses, she coughs violently, her body fights to expel the invading water. Being unable to keep up, her lungs fill with the fluid, slowly drowning her. Deprived of oxygen her body begins to shut down, one final last thought echoes in her mind, “Jesse I need you”, as she slips away into nothingness. Her now lifeless body lying there in the cold water of the creek, just waiting for someone to happen by and discover her.

See… that’s what sort of thing going on in my mind right now. Very disturbing stuff.
It wasn’t until the 4th day (yesterday) that things actually got any better. Everything was on and off, up and down. The depression I had felt the days before now came in waves. Instead of being trapped in an emotional hell all the time, I was now in and out (which I have to say, was an improvement).
Now (aside from what I went through writing about Leslie’s death above) I get mostly the feeling like I’m being torn apart on the inside, and a general sense of dread, highlighted by only a few truly bad moments, like reading or posting things about Terabithia.

So yeah….. the movie truly messed me up in the head, and it is something that will effect me for a very long time to come. However, I both admire and despise it’s ability to do so. I can’t help but respect something that causes me to loose such control over my emotions in the way I have. But I find that lack of control disturbing, and somewhat as if I was violated. I mean how dare ANYONE cause me to feel like that… you know?
It’s all very confusing (it’s been a very rough and confusing week in general).

Wess…. you talk to much…. you are 47 year old….as some one here says…. keep your mind wide open..

At the end….. we should lern how to use our imagination, how to love and share with our love ones.