I'm a bit grumpy today, a bit sad. You may laugh, but for my generation, Michael Jackson was our Elvis, our Beatles. It's a sad day to say goodbye to such a reminder of my youth. I know, he probably had a lot to do with his downfall, and I'll admit I'd forgotten about him recently, but all of the music being played during the last week brings back so many great memories. My most vivid memory: 27 January, 1984 - I'd finally convinced my mom and dad to buy me the Thriller album. I was nine. I remember getting into our car that evening and hearing the news that Michael had been injured while filming the Pepsi commercial. I was distraught that my idol had been hurt, relieved when news reported that he was OK . I was convinced that one day, I'd get him to sign that empty space inside the album, just above the little tiger (if you had the album, you know what I'm talking about). When I won a contest in third grade, the whole class got to watch a movie - I selected...
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