Prince-Purple-1984-BIllboard-650I really don’t know what to say…

I’ll just share a memory of mine from when I was a little girl… and impressionable little girl… and all I know is that I had a Purple Rain poster in my room and I loved everything about this man who wore heels. He was everything. Absolutely everything. I hate that I’m here writing this because I didn’t think I would ever be trying to grab memories of him.

I’m going to miss him and I feel so sad…

My Purple Memory…

In elementary school…I remember being at a slumber party (elementary school) We waited until the adults were asleep…Of course, I was the one with the Prince’s Purple Rain cassette tape. So when the lights went out…We brought out the boom box. Popped in the cassette…volume low…hurry fast forward to Darling Nikki…
Our eyes were like marbles….

We had questions…

We could not understand how the hell was she masturbating with a magazine? How do you even begin to do that?
Who was there with her?
What was going on?
Where was this castle?
What were these “devices”?
Why was he signing his name?
Why did she leave him there? Wasn’t that her castle?
Where did she go?

We had so many questions.

And then…it started going backwards…

Come back Nikki, come back!!!