I saw a dancing candle...

Addendum: "also classic"

Sixth grade. A wild-haired, eccentric lady who could not yet be characterized as "old" is standing in front of a skeptical class of children. "Today," she announces, "we are going to listen to Stravinski's... The Firebird!" I didn't really know who or what Stravinski was at the time, but I played along. "I want you all to close your eyes and listen to the music. Then, we can draw what we see!" After a few minutes of listening, my friend turns to me and says, "I saw a dancing candle." My own imagination sparked by this highly comical image, I began drawing. The larger candle is my rendering of my friend's thoughts, the smaller one on the right is his own.