Most of us remember our childhood fondly. At least, I do. I remember the fort, fishing for yabbies, backyard cricket and exploring the world (as I knew it) on my BMX. What tends to get forgotten is the highly charged emotions, the tantrums, the neediness and the fear of abandonment. ‘Where The Wild Things Are’ is the first film I’ve seen that perfectly encapsulates what is was really like to be a 9 year old. This is not the usual garbage film about childhood told through rose-coloured glasses, ending with “And after that summer, we were never the same.” This film is about the raw emotion of being a child on the cusp of growing up.