Memory Lane is a bad place to visit
So one of my beautiful friends that I met at tap dancing, invited me to her daughter's dancing concert.
I decided to go, but was a little nervous about one dance in particular. My reaction to the dance was worrying me.
It was all the girls (6 of them, plus others I didn't know) I grew up dancing with.
They did this amazing tap dance to Pat Benetar's All Fired Up.
I had a few tears. In a different universe, I would have been up there, strutting my stuff.
My friend Fiona was really good. She knew it was difficult for me.
It's not even like it will happen again, one day. My dancing days are over.
I will, however, always be a tap dancer in my heart.
Photo: I'm centre back. (Always. That's what happens when you tower over everyone!)
Fiona is second in on the very right.