I started to take dance class when I was four years old. It was short lived. I believe I was done by the time I was six. So there aren't very many pictures of me in crazy 80's and 90's dance costumes. (I won't pull out Allison's pictures.) But here is proof I did it.
This is my question. Why am I not a good dancer?
Oh yeah, I remember now! This man is my father.
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puddlegirl
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Ha!
Dude, so true! Perhaps if you had been forced to take dance lessons into later years, you would have been a true proficient, albeit one who needed counseling.
Hehe, yeah same here! I took dance all the time. And I can't dance.
Oh, and hey mom, go get educated.
Yeah I am glad I wasn't forced by you to take dance lessons! I had much more fun when you coached my soccer team Mama!
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