The first Inside Out movie came out when I was 13. I am now 22 years old and the movie still has a chokehold on me. So of course, I had to drag my friend to the nearest cinema so she could experience whatever masterpiece Pixar had just released (with me). And the only part of it I regret is the part when I had to covertly wipe my tears. Yes, I know it's a universal experience to cry during a Pixar movie but the older I get, the less I want people to see me cry.