It was autumn of 1967. My husband; Walt and I were watching his company's latest film, The Jungle Book. It's about a boy, Mowgli who embarks on a journey of self discovery with a pack of wolves.
I look over at him and smile. Supposedly, Walt had died December 15th of last year but didn't and had decided to work on the sidelines from then on. Being a famous family, we decided to keep the news of his recovery from the public. At least now he wouldn't have to work 2-3 years on a movie at a stretch.
When Mowgli meets Shanti, I give him a nudge on his shoulder and tell him: " Your dream came true Walt, the movies you guys make seem to really connect with people, don't you think? " Smirking, he looks at me and says: " It's kind of fun to do the impossible ". I playfully punch him on his arm and continue to watch the movie. Being Lillian Disney was great.

A/N: This update is dedicated to tyler3214.
Enjoooooy ;P