I remember being taken to the West End to see TSOM, it must have been about 1969. I wore my best clothes, patent shoes, a hat and gloves with my best coat. I think it was the Christmas holidays. I thought Liesl was the most beautiful thing I'd ever seen and I wanted to be her. I wanted hair like Brigitta. And when I grew up was going to have seven children and live in a palace next to a lake in the Alps. Much of the story apart from the singing went right over my head.
Then TSOM came to television. We watched every Christmas Day and/or Easter and other bank holidays when you had to be in front of the tv at the stated time or miss it. We had a cassette of all the songs and sang along with them from London to Wales/Scotland/Switzerland/Italy with a caravan in tow. It was one of the first films we taped on video when VCRs became de riguer. (Haven't seen 'de riguer' used much recently - it was everywhere a few years ago. Funny that.)
So I put it on yesterday afternoon for DD and I to watch together. I explained a bit to her about what was going to happen as I knew she'd get bored with the beginning if she wasn't excited about meeting the children. I caught her beaming at the screen when the children started singing and dancing.
|This is how I wanted to spend our summers|
DD: Why are you crying Mummy?
Me: Because it's sad.
DD: It's not making me cry.
After kindergarten today I asked DD if she'd like to watch Shrek 2 this time. "No, I want that one again with the children."
Me: What's your favourite bit?
DD: When they take those things.
Me: What things?
DD: Those things out of the car so the bad people can't chase them.
Me (surprised): Oh.