And you say you can dance?

When I was about 7 my mom enrolled me in Candy's School of Dance in Burlington, NC. From the moment I walked into the studio, I knew that I was going to be a star one day. Each day I would practice with an intensity that no one except me knew about. The sound of tapping could be heard on my wooden room floor upstairs in our home every day. My little stereo would be cranked up really loud, I would don my tuttu and tights, and my feet would start moving. At some point during those 3 years, I realized that my days as a tap dancer were numbered. Most of the cute, trim girls in the class were much more talented than I. Then there was the fact that my body was just not made for that kind of dancing. As I grew older, and started dating, I found that I really did enjoy dancing. . .mostly to music that had a really great beat. As I would sit enthralled, looking at Madonna, Paula Abdoul, or New Kid's on the Block dance, I would try to imitate their every move. Maybe I could be like them? Maybe I could make a video like they had on TV. Again, I would practice my moves, and sing the songs while looking in my mirror upstairs. Boy, if they could see me, I was sure they would want me to dance in their videos. There were even times when I thought that possibly someone would drive by my home and see me dancing or hear me singing (a music producer) and want to sign me on immediately! I LOL when I think about that now. As the days passed and I grew into adulthood, I attended Proms, went to dances at Campbell, and even went to a few dance clubs after Mark and I got married. I think that I could have danced all night if they would have let me. Little by little, my dancing days have danced out of my life. There have been times when I would say to Mark that we ought to go dancing if we go out on a date. With no family here to watch the kids, the very few times that we do go out alone, we are so tired that we are lucky to go catch a bite to eat and make it home by 9 pm. He is not a dancer like me. So, here I sit on a Friday night. It is is almost 11:00, way past my bed time. I think that I may just put on my headphone set and mosey over to bed. . .tapping my feet as I go. Silly, I know!
Note to self. . .go out dancing with your friends this year.