From a small child i would always find the piercing depth of Michael's stare fill me with such breathlessness.
Every Saturday morning i would concentrate as my Sister carefully straightened and postioned posters of both the band and Michael across our bedroom wall.
Being such a sensitive an inward child, these moments always filled me with such warmth and freedom.
As i grew and began primary school i can still see the grimace on the school busdriver's face as i would reach across his chair and place my cassette 'the swing' in the tape player. Ahh the vision of thirty kids trying to dance like Michael down the aisle of Grenda's bus.
Even now when i reflect on those moments in my life, where i have yearned for greater things and a lighter heart the haunting sounds of love is (what i say) will never cease to touch my core.
Thinking of you Kell. Samantha
Every Saturday morning i would concentrate as my Sister carefully straightened and postioned posters of both the band and Michael across our bedroom wall.
Being such a sensitive an inward child, these moments always filled me with such warmth and freedom.
As i grew and began primary school i can still see the grimace on the school busdriver's face as i would reach across his chair and place my cassette 'the swing' in the tape player. Ahh the vision of thirty kids trying to dance like Michael down the aisle of Grenda's bus.
Even now when i reflect on those moments in my life, where i have yearned for greater things and a lighter heart the haunting sounds of love is (what i say) will never cease to touch my core.
Thinking of you Kell. Samantha