I had a dream once that I married Michael Jackson.
I was 5.
He came up to me wearing his trademark red leather jacket and sunglasses. I was at the playground sitting on the edge of the sandbox.
He said “we are going to get married”
And I said “ok”
And then I woke up.
But that dream never left my memory. I still remember the purple dress I wore in the dream. And looking down at my white sandals in the sand. The sun was straight up in the air and bright.
I was 8 when I decide I wasn’t ever going to marry Michael Jackson. It was at the same time that Jenny, my best friend, informed me that all boys had cooties. And the only way to escape certain death was with a cootie shot (circle circle dot dot, now i have a cootie shot..).
RIP Michael… you will be missed.