I am an old person now and dancing has almost become a thing of the past. Almost, but not totally. I can still dance but not for very long and not something that takes a lot of pep and energy.
Going back to the beginning is interesting. I was born in 1923. For starters, when I was very, very young my parents did not believe in dancing so I didn’t know anything about it, never had dancing lessons, etc. We didn’t even have a radio in our home..
When I got into school and saw other kids dancing I became intrigued. Something in me stirred and I wanted to do “that”. When I played with the kids they gave me some kid lessons. That inspired me to start doing something I have loved ever since.
When I saw the kids around me dancing I would watch very closely and try to do some of it myself. Then when there was music to be heard that was a whole new story. My whole self was filled with “The Sound of Music”.When I got in to high school the dancing opportunities increased.
In gym class a small group of us would find some spaces that were not being used for teaching activities and make believe we were dancing. I did learn one thing. Dancing was something that felt good for me to do. It felt like that was something in my spirit that needed to be expressed. This all kept up until I got old enough to go to some local dancing places. I would stand at the edge of the room hoping some fellow would ask me to dance. That did happen and I became a good dancer. I started going to dances at the dance halls and I got to be especially good at jitter-bugging.
Dancing was such fun and I loved it so very much. Throughout my whole life I have continued to like to dance and it has always been a good part of my lifestyle. During my years of marriage there was always dancing included.