Thanks for the Memories Michael

Since the sad news of the death of Michael Jackson we have been playing and listening to not much else except Michael Jackson. My kids love him and Josh who is only 6, his favourite song is Black or White and sings it in his bedroom loud, very loud while doing all the actions. There has gotta be something about an artist if they can inspire generation after generation, he got me and now my kids.
When I first heard about the death of Michael Jackson I cried, silly you might think seeing as I never knew him personally, but you see if left me with fabulous memories that will be with me for ever. For the past week I kept saying I must get the Thriller album out of the shed and make sure its okay. Well today I finally moved all the junk and found the box of all my old records. Yes records. Good old fashion LP's. Along with my records I found my very first record player that I got just before I turned 10. Wow, the memories sure came flooding back. I dusted it off, plugged it in and to my surprise and my kids, it worked. I was so thrilled and even more thrilled when my Michael Jackson singles and Thriller LP worked. I wish I took a photo of my kids when they first heard his music on a record player, it was priceless.

I used to lock myself away in my room day after day, playing my music loud until my parents yelled to turn it down. I would turn it down then wait a few moments and then ever so slowly start turning it up bit by bit. I would sing my lungs out with my trusty hair brush and my microphone. As I am writing this I have tears welling up in my eyes. These are prescious memories for me and Michael Jackson was definately a part of that.

My favourite song was Don't Stop Till You Get Enough but my most favourite memory of Michael Jackson was at one of my High School Socials. We had this new guy start at our school, he was a spunk, and oh so cool. Every girl in the school wanted to be with him. Hell you were happy if he just looked in your direction. Your heart would go a flutter and you would go tingly all over. His name was Valentine. For some reason he liked out group and hung out with us every so often (I think because although we thought he was just WOW, we also liked him as a friend and we were all happy with just being a friend and nothing more). He was the coolest dancer and he moved to Michael Jackson, like WOW. Every girl wanted to dance with him and he usually made sure he saved a dance for every girl. When it was my turn we got to dance to Rock with You. It was slow and he held me ever so tightly but caringly. We danced and danced and I just felt like the luckiest girl around.

So from me to you Michael, thankyou for the memories. RIP.

Love me :-)