Me, age twelve, mugging after my jazz & tap dance recital. Circa spring 1979, I'm thinking. I took dance for one year; I could keep up, but I wasn't anything special. This was not a case of "So You Think You Can Dance." I've always had rhythm, hence my piano skilz, but that's just in my hands and head. Not so much my feet.Love the farmer's tan, too, by the way. [eyes rolling]
How old were YOU in spring of 1979? [evil grin]
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