When I was a kid, Michael Jackson came to town and my whole family went.
Except for me.
I was too young, they said.
I was five. I remember crying a lot. I really wanted to go. I loved Michael Jackson.
Used to do the moonwalk and all the dances from Thriller, even though it scared me. After I saw it, I didn't want to go to sleep.
After the concert, they brought back this sparkly glove and I was really excited about it until my mother wouldn't let me wear it or even play with it.
For years, I don't even think I knew where it was.
It just sat in a plastic bag somewhere. As a matter of fact, it's there now.
I learned that 'souvenir' meant something that just sits around and collects dust because you'll probably mess it up if you touch it.
Seriously, I always thought MJ would come back and do something great.
Now all I have to remember him is his problematic legacy and a sparkly glove that no longer fits.
And a whole lof of great music.