I don't know where the years have gone. Seriously. How can Michael Jackson be dead and how can it have been almost 25 years since the world first saw the moonwalk on TV.
I remember watching this on TV and gasping in shock when I saw his moves. I was about 10 years old and I loved him. I loved his music. I had his albums. I remember staying up late to watch the World Premier of the Thriller video on MTV. I cried when his head was burned during the making of his Pepsi video.
Over the years, I have always enjoyed his music. I know the words to most of his songs. They make me smile when they come on the radio unexpectedly and I always turn up the volume and sing along.
It makes me sad that his life turned into such a circus. I don't think he ever stood a chance - with his seriously messed up family. I think he did bad things with little boys and probably should have been in jail or a mental institution. That doesn't change the fact that he is woven in my childhood memories.
Today at work we are having Michael Jackson day. Music playing and donuts. What better way to honor him than that.