“…and they called him, Littlefoot.”
My all time FAVORITE movie growing up was “The Land Before Time,” or the LBT as I like to refer to it. THE ORIGINAL. I think the second was pretty good too, but I’m not going to bring up the 9845760 LBT’s they made post the first, and one and only, LBT in my mind.
If you are my age or if you are a parent who had a child in the late 80s/ early 90s in America, you have probably seen this one and only magical, prehistoric adventure AT LEAST five times.
I think I made my dad watch this with me a hundred times growing up. He still makes jokes at my love for dinosaurs and how badly I loved this movie. One of my earliest, fondest childhood memories came immediately after one of my least fondest memories of childhood. The day I rode my tricycle into the MASSIVE prickly bush at the end of my neighbors driveway. My dad, screaming down the street after me, pulled my hysterical bum out of the bush and carried me inside. I remember he pulled all the thorns out of my legs and then put cold wash clothes on them. And then, of course, we watched the LBT.
I wanted to BE Littlefoot. Or at least be part of this super cool, now extinct, gang of young dinos that got to go on a sweet adventure to the Great Valley- unsupervised! No parents, loads of danger and fun with your friends on a seemingly impossible adventure to the most perfect place in the world? Duh. Count me in.
How cute was Ducky?
I WANT a tree star.
I still think Petrie is HILARIOUS.
Probably my all time favorite scene, though it’s impossible to pick just one.
WORD OF ADVICE: If you see this post and are inspired to YouTube other LBT clips, beware of the LBT montage. It’s a tear-jerker!
