I woke this morning, to my door being open. I don't know how it opened, but it did. I think perhaps I didn't close it completely last night and Lee might have pushed it open ... or something. My bedroom is upstairs now, and there is a TV room just down there, and the television was on. I could hear familiar clips an phrases. Whatever was being watched downstairs, I'd seen before ... and it was bringing a bit of nostalgia to me. But the second I heard "Come on, Mrs. Frisby! I gotta have the sparkly! Girls can't resist the sparkly!" I crawled out of bed and ran down the stairs to the television - and there, on TV, was the end of The Secret of Nimh. I love this film, the book Mrs. Frisby and the Rats of NIMH - they were staples throughout my childhood. I must have watched it at least five times a year, and always on my birthday. I remember how much I loved the story - but that owl really fucking scared me. No one was watching it, though ... no one ... was even downstairs. House felt unusually empty for a Sunday. But ... that song ... every time I hear it, it takes me back. "Flying Dreams" was the first song I ever learned to play on the piano. I was four. I couldn't read music yet, I did it all by ear. It was Christmas time, and the family had gathered at my Uncle Billy's and Aunt Shirley's - father's side. We went there a lot all year round, so other than this being a holiday, it was nothing new. But I remember this oak, upright piano they had in the front room. I'm the youngest cousin in my family - I didn't have much to do as everyone else was kind of off doing their own thing or talking. And while the family was just visiting and all. So I started plucking around on the piano - which I think bothered some of the guests, because they were just stuck up and didn't like hearing random notes being played on the piano, but Aunt Shirley wouldn't let them yell at me - because the piano kept me occupied and it was an intellectual tool. And I started to realize that some notes, when played in a certain order, could sound like a song, and before I knew it, I'd started playing the chorus to "Flying Dreams" on the black keys. I yelled for Dad, said "Listen to this!" And played it for him. "Doesn't it sound like that song?" And my dad, he just got real quiet and pat me on the back. Said "Good boy." I felt good. A year later, I was taking piano lessons. So ... there's a great deal of nostalgia - of memories and feelings, that go with that ... I just thought ... I'd share ... Flying Dreams by Jerry Goldsmith Dream by night Wish by day Love begins this way Loving starts When open hearts Touch and stay Sleep for now Dreaming's how Lover's lives are planned Future songs And flying dreams Hand in hand Love it seems Made flying dreams So hearts could soar Heaven sent These wings were meant To prove, once more That love is the key Love is the key You and I Touch the sky The eagle and the dove Nightingales We keep our sails Filled with love And love it seems Made flying dreams To bring you home to me Love it seems Made flying dreams So hearts could soar Heaven sent These wings were meant To prove, once more That love is the key Love is the key You and I Touch the sky The eagle and the dove Nightingales We keep our sails Filled with love Ever strong Our future song To sing it must be free Every part Is from the heart And love is still the key And love it seems Made flying dreams To bring you home to me