What Bowie did for me

The death of David Bowie conjured up the same memory for three people I know extremely well: my daughter, my son and I. The memory is Labyrinth.
The adventure fantasy movie by Jim Henson and George Lucas was released in 1986, the same year my son was born. My daughter was three. We did not go to see it in the theatre (few people did) but once it came out in video, we played it to death.
Bowie starred as the Jareth, the Goblin King, with a young Jennifer Connelly as the teen Sarah who must navigate the Goblin’s elaborate maze to rescue her kidnapped baby brother Toby. The three of us had it memorized.
One of the most vivid memories of my entire life is that of my little boy, sporting feet jammies and with his post-nap hair sticking out in all directions, dancing in our upstairs hallway and singing “Slim and snails and puppy dog tails” along with one of the songs. He was perhaps two years old.
Coupled with the vision of him dancing is the hysterical laughter of my daughter, watching from the couch, with Labyrinth playing in the background.
Thanks for everything, Mr. Bowie, but especially for that.

Ed Ackerman