It was the most boring summer vacation day, and my sixth birthday was coming up. Not a single one of my friends was around that rainy day, they were all being amused in different parts of the world.
             I woke up at 2:00 pm because of tremendous thunder. I turned on the television and did my daily zapping through the dull and repetitive soap operas. Gossip shows are annoying. After twenty five minutes of unceasingly zapping, I started to feel my stomach growling, so I went to the kitchen to have something to eat. When I entered the kitchen, I saw lunch was ready. To say the least, it made my salivary glands go out of control. I remember that I had a sausage with mash potatoes, which at that time was my favorite food. After lunch, I went again to my room and turned the television on once more. I started flipping through the channels again, until some kind of dancing attracted me. The man who was dancing had unimaginable moves and I was amazed by his music as well. Then I saw it, it was called "Black or White". The rhythm was amazingly contagious. He immediately became my idol from the moment I saw his moves, and after that moment I started worshipping him. His name is Michael Jackson.
             I started watching his technique. I didn't care about the lyrics. I was shocked, as I sat there and stared at his movements. I thought he was the coolest person in the world. I tried to imitate him but it was impossible to follow his speed and the accurateness of his perfect spins and slices. I didn't care, and continued imitating him, as all kids try to imitate their idols. The dance and song finished but the rhythm and images of him dancing stayed engraved on my mind. The song that followed was his again. I think it was a marathon of songs by Michael Jackson. Like in the clip, I rapidly turned my room's light off and started dancing like him. The music was low so I turned the volume higher. I was very exc
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