As you know, I'm a bit of a commercial freak. I cross reference the actors in them; I mute the TV if they are loud or disturbing. My two current pet peeves--one in each category--are the woman who took Activia with her daughter and chatted with Jamie Lee Curtis about it around a kitchen island and who also sells diabetes testing products, and the obnoxious That's a Low Price! ads for Staples.
But there is also a commercial that takes me back to my grandparents’ house on a Sunday night. I don’t actually know what it’s an advertisement for, because as soon as I hear Gene Wilder singing…Come with me and you’ll be in a world of pure imagination…I’m a young girl again, in the living room with my sisters and cousins, while my parents, grandparents and aunts and uncles are sitting around the dining room table in the next room. We are all alive and healthy. Nothing is wrong. Of which I’m aware. I have no idea what’s to come. I’m just living in the moment, thinking of how cool it would be if there really was a Chocolate Factory.
And for the minute the commercial plays and I sing along…There is no life I know to compare with pure imagination Living there you’ll be free if you truly wish to be…we are all alive and healthy and nothing is wrong. I am free again.