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I will always remember my eigth birthday. I wore a red dress with white polka dots, white ruffled socks and black Mary Janes. Too precious, I know, but back then my mother dressed me and I had yet to learn how to live in jeans.
I remember that my mom put Thriller on the record player after we stuffed ourselves with cake and ice cream, and we danced. Oh, how we danced and danced and danced. Then we played a game, kinda like musical chairs. My mom played a song and you had to freeze in place whenever the music stopped. I don't recall the winner of that particular round. But who could stop dancing with Michael Jackson on the stereo.
Today was very personal for reasons like that memory. I wasn't expecting that.
Rest in Peace, MJ.
I remember that my mom put Thriller on the record player after we stuffed ourselves with cake and ice cream, and we danced. Oh, how we danced and danced and danced. Then we played a game, kinda like musical chairs. My mom played a song and you had to freeze in place whenever the music stopped. I don't recall the winner of that particular round. But who could stop dancing with Michael Jackson on the stereo.
Today was very personal for reasons like that memory. I wasn't expecting that.
Rest in Peace, MJ.
