It was his shy smile, glitter glove, sparkle socks, liquid smooth dance moves, and debonair style, and the nicest of all voices that had me smitten, so I kissed a poster of him "goodnight", every night, which I hung above my bed on the top bunk (see exact poster below). As a little girl I truly believed until the age of 12, that I would grow up to marry him. And then he became friends with E.T., which was just too mind-blowing to handle (see photo above, of little me ecstatic over receiving this cassette box-set for Hanukkah).
Other treasured M.J. items were; a VHS tape of The Making of Thriller (which I must've watched at least 100 times), Lazer Blazers (see below), M.J. puffy sticker collection, my bedazzled white glove, a Tiger Beat pin-up of M.J. wearing a striped mariniere (below), and a mini-poster of Thriller-era Michael holding a baby tiger (below).
My sister and I were so spazzed out over Jackson. that my parents rented a limo and took us to Dodger Stadium for the Jackson's Victory Tour, which remains one of my favorite childhood memories,. . . dancing in the aisles to Can you feel it? alongside my parents. It was one of those rare life moments when you knew you were experiencing something special, the likes of which would never happen again.
I'm heartbroken that his unique brand of musical magic had to end so soon, especially considering that he had just re-united with his original production team (Quincy, Steve Porcaro, etc.), and was gearing up to release tunes sure to burn all the discos out.