It was my first album. Remember having to pick up the needle and setting it down in just the right spot to get to the next song? After awhile you would never miss.
Pretty soon my album collection grew, and included David Cassidy and Leif Garrett (you know you loved them too) and I forgot about that first album and that song I bought it for.
Even though I was one of those crazy chicks in high school with all four walls of her bedroom plastered in Michael Jackson posters, a drawer full of the magazines and books, who wore out two Thriller cassette tapes (I still have the third one somewhere) this is the memory I keep coming back to -- me on my bike, riding down main street in a small town in Minnesota, walking into Woolworth's, picking up that album, my heart racing just a little as I paid for it.