Dancing has been in my blood since I was a little girl and in dance school. Although I left dance school by the time I was a mere 8-9 years old, the art has stayed with me. Here is proof when I wanted to dance in the rain. (My hubby is the one singing)
I always liked to bop around with the music playing in our home. I often danced to the latest Michael Jackson music with my best friend Dee in her room. I went to every school dance that ever was for me. In high school I danced like most people did in the '80's but did attend one particular dance that brings nice memories for me. No, I am not talking prom, although I did attend three of them too.
|Me and my then boyfriend at our first prom together.|
No, I am talking about a dance for families when I was a freshman in high school. The National Honor Society had hired a small orchestra that played big band music. My parents and I attended. My Mother was dressed to the nines and my Dad wore a tux...oh, yes, he did!
I remember my Mom and Dad swirling around the dance floor to the music. It was almost...timeless to watch them. Then Dad asked me to dance. To say I was apprehensive was an understatement. I simply could not dance like they did or at least so I thought.
However, Dad took my hands and patiently showed me how to do a simple box step. I am pretty sure I stepped on his feet a few times but none-the-less, he managed to swing me around the floor just like he did Mom. It was magical and I never forgot it.
I have since danced like that a few times in my life but never like I did when my Dad first taught me.