My daughter watched the Sound of Music last night. She was telling me this morning her favorite part is when Maria sits on the pinecone. So many memories, that movie holds for me, since I watched it at least once a week, it seemed, while I was growing up. And I think my favorite part has always been the "Favorite Things" song. I'm pretty sure if the rest of my family experienced anything at least once a week, it was me singing that at the top of my lungs from behind my closed bedroom door. It may or may not also be the reason my bed broke when I was nine, since I also tended to act out all of the children jumping on it with Maria as they sang.
"When the storm strikes, when the bee stings, when I'm feeling sad, I simply remember my favorite things, and then I don't feel.....(getting up to full out gusto here)...so baaaaaaaaa----aaaaaaaa-------dddddd!"
It's a lovely song.
And probably the reason I have always believed in having a lot of favorite things. Because if you have hundreds of favorite things, you can't help but happen upon them every day.