Monday Musical — I cry every time

This was hands-down my favorite movie when I was a kid.  It came on TV once a year (this was before the advent of VCRs; wow, was there ever such a time?) and was always a cause for great excitement.  The rest of the year, I listened to the record and read my Wizard of Oz picture books and played with my Dorothy doll, the very first item I ever ordered especially from a catalog (Sears).  I even had (and still have) the Emerald City playset, complete with folding cardboard Yellow Brick Road and very stiff-legged wizard doll.  If it were in better condition, it would make a killing on eBay.  But I don’t think I’d ever sell it.   Too many great memories.

I could analyze why I loved this movie so much, and maybe that’s a topic for some other article someday.  But I think a lot of it goes back to this song, actually.  There I was, a little dark-haired dreamer in pajamas, sitting on the family room floor, feeling what Dorothy felt: the pondering, the wondering, the wistfulness.  I was kind of a sensitive soul even back then.

I’m thirty-seven now, and I can’t listen to this song without getting choked up.  What can I say?  I guess I’m still a dreamer.

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