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I Miss You, I Suppose...
Written on: Wednesday, April 14, 2010
Time: 6:09 PM
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The year was 1988. It seems like a life time ago. You'd think it would be very blurry and distant in my mind. The thing is that time period feels close to me as my skin. I remember taking rides with my grandparents to the beach,or to some random flea market. It seemed liked we'd be gone for hours, but then again I was a little kid. My grandpa would always play my favorite music, probably music that he hated. Michael Jackson became the soundtrack of my life. Although, there were other people I listened to, it was like there was Michael and everyone else.
When I would watch Michael Jackson dance or sing, everything else would be strangely quiet. I would be in my room for hours listening to his music. I think he was the one to make me love dance so much. I wore the white glove, for Halloween one year. I had every MJ thing you could imagine. I told people I wanted to marry him;it would be me, him, and Bubbles. My grandma was very worried about this.
Then as you might expect this stage didn't last. 1993 allegations hit, and confusion set in. Instead of him being this place of joy, it became ugly. I told my family that I didn't want to like MJ, anymore. Children do this all the time, they grow out of people. This was different. In 1996, I began attending this private christian school. There must have been something in the water, because most of the kids were crazy about... Michael Jackson.
My best friend in grade school was a boy. Now, when you are a girl and your best friend is a boy this can lead to complications. He loved Michael Jackson, and he would come to my house to play it. He couldn't play at his house, because his parents are very conservative. So, he would ask me to listen to it with him. At first, I resisted. But truth be told, I could never say no to this boy. So, as time wore on Michael Jackson became part of my world again. My second best friend lived behind me. She too was a Michael addict. His music became again as natural as anything else.
In 1996, my grandfather was dying of cancer. It was a difficult summer. One night he called me into his room. He said, "Michael's going to be on television." I said something like, "I don't like Michael, anymore." I wasn't fully ready to let him know that I took back the earlier sentiment. But my grandfather was intune to me, somehow. He said okay. I climbed on the bed, and somehow after Michael was done I fell asleep. My head was on his stomach, and the sound of his breathing made me fall asleep. My mom came and got me later. I didn't want to go, but I did.
It's weird,but that had been the happiest I'd been in weeks. There in that room with my grandfather watching Michael Jackson. It wasn't till many years later I understood the symmetry. Ever since I could remember, my grandfather would play MJ, until I had fallen asleep. Now, at the end we were doing the exact same thing. When he died, my grandmother gave me the tapes we used to play. He kept them. I guess he knew Michael would always be in my life.
I've never really stopped listening to him since 1996. I kept listening to him through the ups and downs. College can be emotionally difficult, and whenever I had a awful day, I would go to my room. When the door was shut, I would turn on the stereo as loud as I could. Michael Jackson was often the number one choice. It was the magical cure that I needed to feel better. In 2005, Michael got arrested for molestation charges. I just remember crying alot that day. The day before Michael died, I was listening to Michael Jackson. It was a regular occurence.
Now, I never met Michael Jackson or went to any of his concerts. But somehow he has left his print on my life. I think he had an influence on me that goes beyond music. Michael Jackson was misunderstood by many people. I think he had his problems, but he did want to make the world better. I think he has taught me to try to see beyond whst other people think. He helped many children with AIDS and cancer. That gets ignored, but the messages in his music was love. This was good for me to hear at such an early age.
For the past few months, Ihave felt like I wanted to express this, and I don't know why. So, even though he's gone, and he can read this I wanted to say it. Michael Jackson was the first love I ever had, and I don't think I'll ever forget that.
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I Miss You, I Suppose...
Written on: Wednesday, April 14, 2010
Time: 6:09 PM
Comment! (0)
The year was 1988. It seems like a life time ago. You'd think it would be very blurry and distant in my mind. The thing is that time period feels close to me as my skin. I remember taking rides with my grandparents to the beach,or to some random flea market. It seemed liked we'd be gone for hours, but then again I was a little kid. My grandpa would always play my favorite music, probably music that he hated. Michael Jackson became the soundtrack of my life. Although, there were other people I listened to, it was like there was Michael and everyone else.
When I would watch Michael Jackson dance or sing, everything else would be strangely quiet. I would be in my room for hours listening to his music. I think he was the one to make me love dance so much. I wore the white glove, for Halloween one year. I had every MJ thing you could imagine. I told people I wanted to marry him;it would be me, him, and Bubbles. My grandma was very worried about this.
Then as you might expect this stage didn't last. 1993 allegations hit, and confusion set in. Instead of him being this place of joy, it became ugly. I told my family that I didn't want to like MJ, anymore. Children do this all the time, they grow out of people. This was different. In 1996, I began attending this private christian school. There must have been something in the water, because most of the kids were crazy about... Michael Jackson.
My best friend in grade school was a boy. Now, when you are a girl and your best friend is a boy this can lead to complications. He loved Michael Jackson, and he would come to my house to play it. He couldn't play at his house, because his parents are very conservative. So, he would ask me to listen to it with him. At first, I resisted. But truth be told, I could never say no to this boy. So, as time wore on Michael Jackson became part of my world again. My second best friend lived behind me. She too was a Michael addict. His music became again as natural as anything else.
In 1996, my grandfather was dying of cancer. It was a difficult summer. One night he called me into his room. He said, "Michael's going to be on television." I said something like, "I don't like Michael, anymore." I wasn't fully ready to let him know that I took back the earlier sentiment. But my grandfather was intune to me, somehow. He said okay. I climbed on the bed, and somehow after Michael was done I fell asleep. My head was on his stomach, and the sound of his breathing made me fall asleep. My mom came and got me later. I didn't want to go, but I did.
It's weird,but that had been the happiest I'd been in weeks. There in that room with my grandfather watching Michael Jackson. It wasn't till many years later I understood the symmetry. Ever since I could remember, my grandfather would play MJ, until I had fallen asleep. Now, at the end we were doing the exact same thing. When he died, my grandmother gave me the tapes we used to play. He kept them. I guess he knew Michael would always be in my life.
I've never really stopped listening to him since 1996. I kept listening to him through the ups and downs. College can be emotionally difficult, and whenever I had a awful day, I would go to my room. When the door was shut, I would turn on the stereo as loud as I could. Michael Jackson was often the number one choice. It was the magical cure that I needed to feel better. In 2005, Michael got arrested for molestation charges. I just remember crying alot that day. The day before Michael died, I was listening to Michael Jackson. It was a regular occurence.
Now, I never met Michael Jackson or went to any of his concerts. But somehow he has left his print on my life. I think he had an influence on me that goes beyond music. Michael Jackson was misunderstood by many people. I think he had his problems, but he did want to make the world better. I think he has taught me to try to see beyond whst other people think. He helped many children with AIDS and cancer. That gets ignored, but the messages in his music was love. This was good for me to hear at such an early age.
For the past few months, Ihave felt like I wanted to express this, and I don't know why. So, even though he's gone, and he can read this I wanted to say it. Michael Jackson was the first love I ever had, and I don't think I'll ever forget that.
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Who Am I?
My name is Theresa. I am better known as BalletSkates to the Youtube community.
My passions include figure skating, ballet, music, and psychology.
I have never put on ice skates in my life. This is because I have Cerebral Palsy.
This condition affects my motor skils and balance.
Therefore, I need the assistance of crutches to walk. |
