One of my earliest memories was dancing to Michael Jackson’s Thriller. I loved that cassette, but until my parents brought old photos when they came to visit this past weekend I didn’t remember how much I must’ve loved Michael Jackson.
That’s exactly what it looks like – the cake for my 6th birthday was decorated with (pre-surgeried) Michael Jackson’s face. You can see how excited I was by this, and my brother is practically swooning with jealousy, after all, for one of his birthdays all he got was Spiderman. How mundane.
Yeah, I grew up to be a Michael Jackson fan. What’s it to you?
6 Comments
January 24, 2008 at 4:56 am
there are no words. none i tell you.
January 24, 2008 at 6:36 am
So, okay, you grew up a Michael Jackson fan. But do you need to shout it to the world on this rather public forum? I don’t think I can visit this blog for a little while now… But say hi to the ‘rents for me!
January 24, 2008 at 8:06 am
oh, crap. i accidentally commented about the cake on the previous post. i suck. that cake does not suck.
January 26, 2008 at 10:57 am
love old family photos, especially ones with food. that photo is absolutely adorable! thanks for sharing.
January 26, 2008 at 7:55 pm
I think they still have that toaster oven.
You got that cassette for Channukah and we used to listen to it on a pink dual cassette player that you covered in puffy paint and star trek logos years later.
January 27, 2008 at 3:03 pm
How appropriate. This week marks the 25th anniversary of the Thriller album and Michael Jackson has a new 25th anniversary release.