Coonskip

I Got Zumba Licensed Today

So, I love to dance.  I mentioned it before. I’ll probably mention it again.

It’s a real love.  Our relationships spans over 30 years and it began in second grade. I was 7.

My class was learning about Davey Crockett and our teacher decided to get us  into the colonial spirit by teaching us how to square dance. The boys wore coonskin caps and we wore ankle length skirts. We grape-vined  around the room in alternating circles and clapped . It was riveting.

After that, it was dancing in the mirror to  Whitney Houston’s “I Wanna Dance with Somebody” and jamming to Janet Jackson’s “Control”.

I thought this was Michael for a sec. Long Introduction. Forward to 3:03 to skip to good part.

Whiney looks so healthy and young here. I wonder if she was already a crackhead by this point.

Dance would be a dominating big theme in a discussion about some of my life’s greatest regrets.  Another time.

All you need to know now is that I love the way it makes me feel. When I get to share it with someone I dig, the benefits triple.

I got certified/licensed today as a instructor. It was a high-intensity class and I’m too tired to say anything further.

-the surface beneath

p.s. it was amazing.