On The Sunny Side Of The Street

Well, its my third snow day in a row back at school, and there's not much to do. Classes haven't even started yet, and we can't really leave campus. So I've been watching a lot of movies, mostly mindless ones. In one movie that I was watching, they kept playing "On The Sunny Side Of The Street." I had sort of forgotten about that song in the back of my mind, but as soon as it started playing, I smiled and sang along. When I was little, Daddy used to sing to me before I fell asleep at night. He'd tuck me in and then sing a few songs. He made up a song for me when I was born that he would sing (That one is called "Sara Beth Lives In A Tree House"), so he would sing me that, and then one of my favorites was "On The Sunny Side Of The Street." For some reason, in my mind. I had this vivid image of how the story unfolded. I'd see my Daddy grabbing his camel hair coat from a coat rack (I don't think we ever had a coat rack, so I don't know where that came from) and this fedora-esque hat. I'd see him walking out across the street to this side that was brightly lit (duh, the sunny side). I'd see him tap-dancing (the pitter-pat, you know, and the happy tune in his step). Then I'd see the other side of the street, very dark, with all these hairy creatures (Rovers...like Grover from Sesame Street, haha). I don't know how I can still see that in my mind just from hearing that song, but I do. I hear Daddy's voice singing it to me, slapping his hands on his knees to keep the beat. I remember giggling sometimes at the beginning. Its such a precious memory to me. I love my Daddy.