"Do you remember the time when we first met?" —Michael Jackson, "Remember the Time"
I'm not sure if I remember the exact time. Most of my earliest memories of the King of Pop are flashbacks of isolated events. Regretfully, I never caught him live in concert. But since his sudden and tragic passing last Thursday, I've tried to think back to my earliest Michael Jackson memories, and each one brought a smile to my face.
One of my first memories is of "tweeting" along with the radio in my mom's station wagon. No, not "tweeting" on Twitter; "tweeting" with "Rockin' Robin" playing through the speakers on the oldies station she loved so much. She would try and sing along to the tunes but never got the lyrics quite right. I was six years old and her "oldies" were "newies" to me. The "tweet, tweet, tweet" in the chorus was catchy.
Fast forward a few years. "Don't Stop 'til You Get Enough" flowed through the speakers at my grandparent's house. My aunts and uncles (still in their 20s then) were trying to teach each other the latest disco moves while Grandma warned of impending hearing loss from the music being so loud.
During a family road trip, "Rock with You" was on the radio. My mom would sing (incorrectly) "I wanna rooock your boat" and tap her fingers to the broken metronome in her head.
I remember being in complete awe when I first saw the "Thriller" video on MTV. Soon after, my brother and I were horrified to discover my mom had bought us matching "Thriller" jackets. We refused to wear them. We were even more embarrassed when my grandfather wore one at a family outing.
We all have our own memories of Michael Jackson. He affected our lives whether we took the time to realize it or not, and his music was the soundtrack for a generation.
Do you remember the time?