When you were a kid, did you anthropomorphise your toys?
I did in a serious way. My toys had personalities and behavior quirks and, for better and worse, emotions. I could never get rid of toys because it would hurt their feelings. I was fiercely loyal to my toys. When they fell apart or broke, they endured pain until I fixed them. If I made them better, they felt pride and greater commitment to me. If I couldn't fix them or, God forbid, I lost a toy, I became depressed.
Yes, the Toy Story movies struck a deeply personal chord with me.
To some degree, this ability to anthropomorphise inanimate objects carries over to this day. Just more as a joke now than as a coping mechanism.
For example, this morning, I may or may not have dug a shirt out of the darkest recesses of my closet to wear for the first time in many months and, while I did that, I pretended it celebrated saying, "OHMIGOD OHMIGOD OHMIGOD!!! I've been chosen! The Claw has chosen!"
Yeah, Toy Story, right?