A short history of my formal dance training
  1. Age 3. The recital was a tap dance dressed as cats. This must've been before my revulsion to cats started or maybe it caused it?
  2. Age 5. Note that despite the ridiculous hat, I was able to zero in on my personal paparazzo (mom) while also tapping and clapping (?). Multitasker at a young age.
  3. Age 6. Pretty sure that grimace is a direct result of the itchiness of the costume. Either that or it was the 100th picture my mom had snapped and my enthusiasm was fading.
  4. Age 7. I was feeling the switch from Tap to Beginning Ballet so much you couldn't stop me from striking a pose. I was channeling my inner star, though, and not my inner ballerina.
  5. Age 8. Finally coming into my element with Jazz Dance. Recital was to 1987's classic "I Think We're Alone Now" by Tiffany.
  6. Alas, at the age of 8, I decided that traditional dance training was too limiting for me.
    I came up with the brilliant idea of a dance class that teaches you techniques but allows each student to choreograph their own recital dance. The recital stage would be marked off into squares with masking tape and each student would be assigned a square for performing her own choreography, utilizing the techniques learned throughout the year. This idea is still ahead of its time. When the local dance studio refused to adopt it, I refused to continue my formal dance training.
  7. Age 8-36. For 28 years I've been busting sweet dance moves anywhere I see fit. At school, at work, at camp, in the driver's seat. With moves that have been learned from the streets, I am feeling the rhythm and the rhyme.
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