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 ”Cartoons are for kids!” - have you ever heard this? Or maby you are one of the people that think that. Well today I want to tell you, why this is wrong. It's easy to diss on something you don't understand. A cartoon is a work of art. You watch movies don't you? Then why are cartoon inferior? If anything, they are worth even more prase. Can you imagine, how much effort was put in to create the episode ore picture you seen on screen? Animating it frame by frame, every movement of the mouth created to mach the voice actors work, the music the coloring, there are so many genres in it.
Cartoons are smart, have good morals and, yes, they are perfect for children, but they can also remind adults about the bright side of life, help them get a grasp on things they forgot. Also, the pictures on screen help with language education. If you want to lern a foren language, the best bet you have are cartoons (or anime :D). The animated movements, acctions make it easy to understand what is hapening on screen, so in time the wiever starts to undersand what the carecters are saying.
Cartoons help you forget reality for a while and expand your imagination, educate you. Every great invention, story or work of art was created from an idea. It all started with imagination, so if you feel like watching moving pictures on screen, just do it! You never know, maby you'll figure out how to acheve time travel :D

Really guys, stop sh*ting on cartoons, they are not only for babys. Just... just apreciate someones work (but I know you're better that that ;*). Well see ya tomorow!
Neringa ❤

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