As I’ve watched many other Ghibli movies, I’ve watched My Neighbor Totoro many times, but it never gets old. The story is not complex at all, it was merely a story of an ordinary family (of course, except for their marvelous experience with totoros). The girls would fight like any siblings do, they would miss their mom who’s sick, they would running around in the house just like us. It is close to our life enough that we would relate and resonate, yet the movie is slightly different that it portrays a more attractive and fascinating (or utopian?) version of the world. Everyone is so pure, nice, and kind. The neighbors look out for each other. Tatsuo did not accuse the kids to be whimsical and he believed in the magical story his daughter told him. He even took the girls to say thank you. That kind of innocence and naturalness always hits the soft spot in my heart and makes me want to believe people and kindness more.