it was only two days before you died i started to like you , i took my mums thriller CD and played it over and over again , i downloaded hundreds of music and pictures of you onto my computer. The day you died i was so upset it wouldn't get through to me you was actually gone forever then i blamed myself. I heard my mum shout up about the sad news early in the morning when i was getting ready for school (I'm almost 12)i thought she was joking. The radio playing your music all day. I sat there on the edge of my bed staring at my Thriller CD , thinking how coincidental it was. Every single day at school i talked about you everywhere i i went i talked about you. The months passed with me still depressed as i collected posters and CD's and DVDs and books and a phone sock and bags and more stuff about you . I know everything the media says about you is untrue , i understand your love for children and how it didn't involve them nasty things people say happened. I get so angry when i hear people talking BS about you. People need to start realising how you changed the world through your music , dance and your caring for the planet and people . Still today i cannot possibly explain how much i love you . I watch your films and my mind goes to a different world , i imagine seeing you on my doorstep then i realise no one will ever see you on their doorstep ever again the only place people will see you is Heaven. None of your fans (including me) can explain how much we miss you and love you