On October 4th, 1994, Disney brought us 'The Lion King'.
I was only eleven years old at the time and lived in a home for children who could -temporarily- not live at home with their parents.
I went to see the movie and immediately fell in love with it. :-)
It gave me comfort after experiencing a turbulent childhood and it became even more important to me when first my mother died, I was twelve when it happened, puberty and, at seventeen, my father also died.
The Lion King helped me cope with my grief. Every time I saw Mufasa die, I allowed myself to cry for Simba and the loss of my own parents too.
Collecting Lion King things was something I enjoyed. Seeing the collection grow made me happy. People around me started helping me. Everywhere friends, family, classmates, their brothers, sisters, nieces, nephews, neighbours etc, found Lion King things and donated them to me, happy to help. Which makes it so special. All the items on the shelves tell their own story. :-)
My collection has become my sanctuary, my comfort-zone.
When I feel down, melancholic, miss my parents or need to feel safe, I visit my attic and surround myself with my Lion King thingies. After that I can face the world again with new strength. :-)
Today it's 2011. I'm 28 years old and I still enjoy my collection and finding some little treasures now and then. :-)