I am a child of the 80s

Deaths come. Deaths go. I normally do not mention such events on my blog. However this time I thought I had to.

Michael Jackson was part of my childhood. I am a child of the 80s and part of my childhood died yesterday. Bits and pieces of everyone’s childhood die as they grow older. We expect it. But I guess I wasn’t expecting such an icon to die when he did.

I remember dancing to his music in my living room. I remember listening to the tape(yes, I said tape) and I remember going to my grandmother’s house(they had cable, we did not) and telling my brother to change the T.V because Thriller freaked me out.

In recent years his behavior was erratic, eccentric, and questionable. His actions cannot be excused, however the memories I recall are those mentioned above. For better or worse Michael Jackson was a part of my childhood.

His influence on music will live on.