This movie - this scene - brings me instantly back to when I was seven years old - I remember watching this in Irving Ave.'s living room behind the store (my grandparents apartment building/grocery store in Brooklyn) being so enchanted - I'd watch it every year until they one year never showed it again. I cry when I hear the songs or at long last, see the clips again - Why? I am not sure - is it because of the wonderful feelings I can so vividly remember, the days that I can't capture again? the memories of that dimly lit living room - the love there? This is truly bittersweet.