Well well well…such a long hiatus from writing, but today seems like a good day to get going again.
First of all, poor Farrah Fawcett.
Second, it’s taken me a few hours to gather my various Michael Jackson memories. For starters, Thriller was the first album I ever bought. I knew every single song on that album by heart. My next door neighbor Susannah and I put on a dance/lip-synch show to the entire album for a small crowd of neighbors.
The first concert I ever went to was The Jackson Victory Tour in 1984 at Texas Stadium My dad took me.
When the Thriller video came out, I was scared to watch it. But everyone at school was talking about it, so I knew I needed to see it. One night I had a babysitter and she wanted to watch it so I bravely stayed in the room to watch as well. I’m amazed that there was a time when a video could scare me. Granted, I scare easy.
But wait, is it possible that I have a Farrah Fawcett memory? Yes. Around the same time that Thriller came out, when I was in 4th grade, I came to school one day with a fresh, new, gigantic perm. My math teacher, known as Mr. P., was known to relentlessly tease his students. Throughout the entire class that day, he would make comments about my new hairstyle, including: “Oh, is that Farrah Fawcett in my class? No, it’s her sister Leaky Fawcett.”
Thanks for the memories.