The first two albums I owned when I got my first record player were Thriller and Bad.
When I was six years old my mom took me all the way to Jacksonville to see the Jackson 5 Reunion Tour. And she made us our own gloves to wear at the concert. With sequins on them!
I had the Michael Jackson action figure that I used to play Barbies with. But he came complete with a red leather outfit, silver glove, and totally bendable knees (not like the bendable knees that Ken and Barbie had).
When I was seven or eight I had a recurring nightmare that Michael Jackson was trying to kill me. I couldn’t close my eyes at night for several days because all I would see is him coming after me. That kind of ended my love for him.
Last night I watched a clip from an old interview with Michael on ABC. I truly believe that something was seriously wrong with this man. I’m no psychologist, but my thought is that maybe he didn’t get a childhood because he was making music and so he has the mentality of a child now. I don’t believe that he molested children. I think that he invited them to sleep over like any 10 year old boy would do. The clip I watched was of him climbing a tree – and he was acting just like any little kid would at the prospect of climbing a tree. It was sad to watch.
Whatever the real story is, his music and his legend will live on. Michael you will be missed.