My children think it's really "Awesome" that I went to East High School. I think they imagine me as a happy, bouncy-type teenager dancing around sparkling white and red painted halls with someone like "Troy Bolton".
Actually, the East High I went to was old, dark, inside walls painted a gross pinkish-grey, full of steep stairs I was always afraid I'd fall down and tended to be a little stinky....and my big teenage crush was....Michael Jackson.
My sister and I were "closet" dancers only-dancing only in the private of our living room to our faves; Donna Summer, Earth Wind and Fire, Commodores and of course Michael.
I showed my kids the "Thriller" video the other day and I'm not sure they really appreciated it.
"Isn't that the coolest?" I plead.
They see pictures of him on t.v. and the internet today and on their way back to the Disney Channel wonder at me; "Mom, he looks like a girl."
Michael gave me my first groove, back when I didn't know what a groove was and so I forgive him all his later weirdness. I hope if he didn't find peace and recovery from whatever it was he needed to recover from in this life that he's found it at last.
He taught us that "...after the Groove is dead and gone...that Love survives...forever on!"
I hope so.
Thinking about Michael today reminds me that it's been way too long since I've turned up "Rock with You" and danced around my living room.
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