I do believe All Dogs go to Heaven was the first movie I remember seeing in a movie theater. I was seven at the time (Aladdin is another early memory, but that didn't come out until I was ten, so I assume it wasn't my first. Jurassic Park is yet another early memory).
I don't remember a whole lot about the movie, but I remember being distinctly disturbed by the death concept. I've never had an urge to rewatch this movie even though I do remember cute dogs, music, and some hijinks. Ever since I was a little kid, I've been quite disturbed by death and dying. It's not a pleasant thought, and I don't like to think about what may happen to me after I'm "gone." While many people typically manage to shove these thoughts away or not worry about them, I must say that I've spent definite sections of my life being quite worried about the prospect of dying. I go through periods where it doesn't bother me, but then I swing back to being preoccupied with it.
When I was in second grade, one of my friends from church died. He was disabled and had a lot of developmental problems for his whole life. One night, he just slipped off in his sleep. The thought that someone my age could die was profoundly disturbing to me. To be honest, this knowledge has shaped many of my actions in my life. I'm cautious in my speeding, I don't participate in any seriously extreme sports, and I try to avoid violence.
My parents sent me to the school counselor, but she didn't have any good ways with dealing with the grief of a child who lost a friend. For some reason, all the books at my elementary school involved children who had lost a parent. Instead of helping me put the death of my friend into perspective, my counselor introduced to me the very real fear of my parents dying while I was still young, which was another thought that had never occurred to me. Again, to this day, the potential death of my parents is an irrational fear I carry on a daily basis.
I suppose I haven't discussed the movie much, but I honestly don't have too many distinct memories. We went to see it in some theater in Omaha that had neon lights, but that's so vague as to describe any theater, really. I don't remember which theater it was, but I know it was not the movie theater right near the place (Old Country Buffet, maybe?) where we sometimes ate Sunday Buffet. Honestly, my memories of Omaha are a bit hazy. I distinctly remember many, many images of places I frequented as a young child, but I don't have the mental map to completely link all of these places together. I vaguely know what direction they were from my house (the buffet was west, downtown was east, my school and a bunch of stuff were north, and my dentist and church are the only things I can think of that were vaguely south).
In any case, All Dogs go to Heaven is the first movie I ever remember seeing. I just wish I could remember the plot.