Tonight I went back to my old dance class for the first time in over a year.
This is not the same place that I now attend regularly; it is the place that I originally learned to dance, a proper old fashioned ‘School of Dance’ that, although I have now outgrown, was once one of my favourite places back when I was around 15 and far more agile than I am now.
Because my mum is friends with the teacher, she volunteered me to ‘do a few dances’ in the show, just as she did last year. The difference is now that all of the people my age have now moved on, apart from the assistant teachers who get paid, but because there is only 2 of them now, they need another adult to make up the ‘proper’ dances.
I was not exactly thrilled about being volunteered, but it was a complete blast. It felt like I was home, and I got such a lovely welcome from everyone. My tap technique needs some work (oh how times have changed), but my rhythm and fitness are still there.
I feel alright :)