You know, I have no recollection of it, and only the haziest memory of the Mickey Mouse top. (That's the kitchen door in our house in Melbourne, though.)
Yup, you look like you're about to break into dance, perhaps doing something with the mop/broom/whatever in a Gene Kelly-ish with a dash of Michael Jackson manner.
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And its true, you haven't aged and the smile still lights us (in this case, literally) the room.