I realize he may have been creepy

Even though he may or may not have been a child molester I cried when I heard that Michael Jackson was dead. I am dramatic, I know. I used to create poorly executed dance numbers to his music while I lip synched into a wooden spoon. One Christmas my Aunt Rose bought my sister and I a mini record player along with records. We had Madonna's True Blue, Cyndi Lauper's True Colors, The Jackson Five, and the soundtrack to Stand by Me. This is how I like to remember Michael Jackson with his cute afro: