I'm, therefore, giving it a ten because that was the effect it had on me at that time.
I haven't seen it since then, but the awe of it has stayed with me.
It starts off showing this average little boy. He has a good home and kind parents. He's curious about everything. Just a typical little boy.
He has "treasures" that he keeps in a cigar box under his bed. A dead butterfly, a pretty stone, his prize marbles, etc.
I won't go into too many details so as not to spoil it, but his death...which was presented so softly that I can't even remember it...and his entry into Heaven is sweetly presented.
The film (from what I can remember) had a playful-little-boy feel to it, and at the same time you could feel his awe over Heaven, the gorgeous angels, beautiful pastel colors, crystals reflecting sparkling lights.
Then comes a special occasion, like a banquet, where everyone in Heaven goes out to meet God.
That's as far as I'll go.
I'll conclude by saying, "The Littlest Angel" left me, as a child, believing that there was hope for me. That I was being watched over and my life mattered. That I was going to be okay.
I once told the story of the entire movie to a group of teenagers and their response surprised me. They loved it.
