Do you remember Old Yeller?

At the hands of Mr. Disney, children of the fifties, sixties and seventies were taught many life lessons in harsh, abeit entertaining ways. We went into theatres excited to see Old Yeller, the story of a nice frontier family and their pet dog. But all too soon our warm, fuzzy jaunt to the theatre became a bath of ice cold water as we tearfully watched Travis shoot his beloved dog. There was no warning. This was Walt Disney. A nice little film that ends with a kid having to shoot his own pet. Nice. A life lesson.

This film was, of course, preceded 15 years earlier by Bambi. Another lovely little cartoon story about a deer and his cute little friends living in the forest. Again, ends in a rather harsh death. Another life lesson.

Don't even get me started on The Yearling.

My point is that, I'm guessing in an effort to teach us about life, adults liked to surprise us with lovely little stories that ended in death. Such is life. For better or for worse, we learned these life lessons and I don't know anyone who's needed therapy as a result. In fact, Travis was the person on my mind when, as a teenager, I had to hand over my beloved pet cat to be euthanised. I still resent my parents for this, but hey, I survived and may have learned something from the experience.

So, it was with mixed emotion that I read on the wires Friday that the Kids Help phone centre in the UK was adding extra staff to help kids deal with the deaths in the new Harry Potter book. I haven't finished the book, but since the world has not fallen into a deep period of mourning, I'm guessing that Harry doesn't die. Good, neither did Travis or Bambi. And although I think the Kids Help Phone is great and am thankful it's there for kids who need it, I couldn't help but feel disappointed that such a big deal was being made of the two deaths in the book. Death happens. Kids need to learn that. And it's never easy. Maybe I'm just a big meany, but would it be so bad for the kids to just deal with it, and maybe talk to their parents about it?

It may sound silly, but watching Old Yeller and Bambi made me feel tougher. I was proud to have watched them. They were a badge of honour, like I'd just learned something about the adult world. And I can't help but feel that we're taking those opportunities away from our children, almost as though we have no faith that they can handle life lessons. Shit happens. That's a lesson better learned sooner than later.