52 Weeks of Sharing Our Memories - First Dance

This post is part of the 52 Weeks of Writing our Memories by Lorine McGinnis Schulze at Olive Tree Genealogy who has challenged us to write our memories for our future generations.

I don't remember going to a single dance while I was in high school. I couldn't dance (still can't), so I tried to avoid them. Plus, I'm an introvert with a capital "I," and going to a dance would have filled me with so much fear and dread. I probably didn't go to a dance until I was in my 30s, and even then, it was difficult for me to do. My parents liked to dance and would go to dances, but not me. Well, I liked to dance in private when I was a kid while no one was watching.

I took ballet when I was a kid until I was ten. I know that doesn't count as going to a dance, but at that age, I don't remember being afraid of being on stage. I was usually more excited than fearful. There was something about the crinkling sound and smell of our new costumes, the rushing around backstage to change, and being able to wear red lipstick that added to the excitement!

Ready for my dance recital! 

Catherine