Since the news broke, I have been feeling really old. Memories play back of growing up in what my friends called the doll house (we lived in a cape back then). Saturday morning while my parents cleaned the house in between listening to Hector Lavoe, Celia Cruz, and el Gran Combo I would go to my dad and ask him to play The Thriller LP. Although I didn't know what much of the song meant, I knew I liked the beat and would dance around my house in my pj's. Oh the good ole days! I was six years old when this song came out and to date it remains one of my favorite Michael Jackson songs.