I hated that class will all my heart. Hated, hated, hated it!
Fifty years later I still cringe.
I hated that class will all my heart. Hated, hated, hated it!
Fifty years later I still cringe.
You just didn’t look at it the right way. My mother made me take Ballroom Dancing when I was 12. A little later it turned it turned that I was pretty much the only boy that knew how to dance without stomping all over their toes.
I had pretty much my pick of dance partners AND dates after that.
Thanks, Mom.
I hated dance class too. It was called Fortnightly and was held on West End Avenue in Nashville. I would have sooner parachuted alone into North Vietnam or volunteered to work for free in the sewer.
Girls were fine but I knew this was a set up to put me at my awkward worst. I was never able to dance the foxtrot or the boardwalk after dance school...somehow it was never something people did after that time.