I admit I was a little freaked out when I heard about Michael Jackson's death. It reminded me of how I felt when I was over at Kelly's apartment and we learned that Princess Diana died. I guess it's the feeling of losing an icon that was a part of your childhood that just feels odd.
I've told this story a million times because it's one of my favorite childhood memories but now seems the appropriate time to put it in writing.
My favorite third grade memory was in my classroom at West Blvd. As a reward, our teacher would play Michael Jackson's Thriller album on the record player. She had made copies of the lyrics for the class that we were supposed to get out every time she played the record. We read along and sang along to the songs while Jerry, the best break dancer in the class, danced. I loved it! Looking back I think it was a clever reading activity, but we had no clue. We were just a bunch of third graders reading and singing along to "Billie Jean." Not sure that would fly today with those lyrics.
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