Well, this is one of the most cosmic questions of all time. Both the book and the movie were exquisite, enlightened by an expansive view of what a childhood becomes when reviewed through the prisms of memory. For some reason, it's the opening credits of the movie that always make me cry: the anonymous child's meditative singing, playing, humming, the Joseph Cornell-like box of precious objects representative of innocence, loss, and coming catastrophe...https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Wwf96OEaYBg