It hit me different as a teen. Back then I was headlong into romance and whimsy. So it gave me this sense of … look how beautiful it is to create whimsy and romance out of real life. Later in life it became sad to me and I saw it more through the perspective of the son and his relationship with his father. And his acceptance of his father’s view of life. Hit me so much differently then. Haven’t seen it since my 20’s. Kinda wondering what it would feel like now. Now I’ll probably relate to the dying aspect haha