Michael Jackson R.I.P

I remember the first time that I watched the video of Remember The Time and I was completely zapped. I fell in love with MJ - no... not his music, not his songs, not his dance but him. Thereafter, every time they played that song on TV, which ever part of the house I was in, I'd instantly appear next to the TV screen. I'd watched that video so many times, even my mom knew the story in the video and which scene came after what. How he transformed from the gold dust, the way he patted the dust off his shoulders at the begining of the song, the dance moves in that video... I remember most of that to date. It started with that song, but that was just the begining.

For my birthday that year, my dad took me to Archies gallery and got me two life-size posters. What more could I ask for! That's what I woke up to every single day...
First thing in the morning, it was his face that I saw. When getting ready for school, it was his songs that I listened to. Yes I was crazy.
I watched all his tour/concerts that they played on TV. When fans mobbed to get a glimpse of him, screamed, cried and fainted at the sight of him... no one at home understood those feelings and passed silly comments... I just nodded and secretly wiped away my own tears.

I bought lyrics books and memorized the words of all my favourite songs from his albums. On the school bus, his songs/videos were the hot topics of discussion. I even won tickets to watch his short movie Ghosts.Thrilled ~ is not sufficient a word that describes what I felt then.
I own every one of his albums. I even bought Invincible, though I was past the 'fan' stage. I liked his music, though I completely disliked him now.

All said and done, he was a legend. Crazy, troubled, insane but great. He will be missed.