This situation is somewhat unique to me. When I was four or five, I used to watch his videoclips all the time and dance the same as him. Then I grew out of it and felt so embarrassed by my family members constantly reminding me of it and saying how incredible I was in immitating him. So I stopped liking Michael Jackson, never really hating him. I jyst stopped caring about him at all. So I was surprised with what I felt when my mom woke me up today:
"Patryk, you asleep?"
"Yeah..." I said.
"Did you know Michael Jackson died?" when she said that I practically leapt up and exclaimed:
"What?!"
It was so surreal. I mean, for all I knew, I didn't care for Michael Jackson. And yet it turns out that a part of me that loved him, that used to do the Moonwalk, that now feels saddened and shocked. It's not that I was ashamed of him because of the rumours about him being a pedophile - I didn't know wether to believe them or not. It's just weird to me...