It was Sciscilly 1932… lol Ok it was more like New Orleans 1985 but whose counting.
I remember the day my mom picked my up from school and when she read the note to me (of course I couldn’t read yet I was only 5) I became overjoyed!!!
In five days I would be taking pictures WITH the man I LOVED!!! Yup, that’s right I was IN LOVE with Micheal Jackson, big nose jeri-curl dripping, red leather jacket with a million and three zippers, and do NOT forget the sequined glove.
Anyway, I remember the morning of the pictures, my mom got me up, fed me breakfast, combed my hair, and we went to school. I remember all the kids in my class were excited. The teacher, her name was Ms. Dejean (pronounced day-jawn) she led us all to the auditorium, as we all walked in our mandatory hand-holding line with one finger on our lip. I remember we came in through the back.
As we came around to the front I see that theirs this life size picture of MY Micheal Jackson in in front of a black back drop. I remember asking Ms. Dejean, “when is Michael coming?!” Imagine my surprise and horror, when she explained to me, that we were taking a picture with a PICTURE of Micheal Jackson!
I immediately started BAWLING. I’m talking front of my shirt SOAKED with tears. Ms. Dejean made me take the picture, and then had to call my momma to come get me b/c I was inconsolable. I remember getting home and my momma and grandma laughing AT me, because I didn’t find a DAYUM thing funny.
When the pictures came back, when did I have the saddest face EVER photographed? Adnd what was that thing in my eye? OH! Yea that would be big fat tear ready to spill over onto my cheek.
So, yall Mr. Jackson was my 1st love and 1st heartbreak. I mean why didn’t he COME! I was waiting to see him? I wanted to touch his glove!!
lol hehe I’m okay now, but I’ll NEVER forget that LOL