Okay, you will. Autistic rambling, away!
So, to understand why Brave is such an important movie for me I have to go back to my childhood. My dad was and still is a believer of horoscopes, and I happened to be born under the same sign as him: Sagittarius. He wouldn't shut up about so I just assumed that's the way things worked. I noticed that the sign of Sagittarius was that of a centaur, usually holding a bow, so right away I was interested. Despite not really caring for zodiac signs I wanted to explore this side of myself deeper, so I began studying archery. Never took a formal class, but I had interest nonetheless. It was around that time as well that I started getting interested in the Celtic stuff (more Irish than Scottish, though). Celtic signs and symbols, history and culture. The whole nine yards. I loved reading up about it (my dad had somewhat of an interest as well, but his research started and ended with Braveheart).
Fast forward to 2012 or so and we catch the trailer for Brave. Can't remember where exactly, maybe a commercial. Anyway, his reaction was like "So it's about a girl riding through a forest?" because that's all the trailer showed. But I didn't care, it thought it was really interesting. Merida's red hair was one of the biggest reasons for it because where I'm from redheads are like unicorns (I was also developing a slight fetish for gingers that would grow). Also, I like Pixar stuff (WALL-E was my favourite before Brave).
Around that time as well I was going through a lot of stuff. I felt this bitterness and resentment for my family grow as secrets came out and a lot of arguing was talking place. Lots of confrontations and such. Really fucked up stuff. I saw a lot of true colours, especially with my parents. I always had that feeling in the back of my head that they weren't giving me the full story. My dad turned out to be an emotionally unstable wreck and my mother a cold, manipulative woman. I wanted out.