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?