One of my earliest forays into drawing was that of a disproportioned lengthwise stick figure of Mary Poppins, along an entire side of the wall, much to my mom’s chagrin.
The walls have since been repainted, the house sold, the family has moved away from Lot No. 254, and Mary Poppins a distant childhood memory.
Until “I’m Mary Poppins, y’all!“.
Somewhere in my mind, a child is happily grateful for the reference and its associated memories. Thank you, Marvel; and you rest well now, Yondu.