Carrying on from the other thread. What made you start dancing.
Our dancing life started once we closed a 7 day a week business. My daughter was taught some dancing at school for her graduation and I mentioned to V that I would like to try dancing as I had followed it for many years. I did do it for a very short time when I was 13 and loved it, but got scared off (another story).
I tired to find the group that taught my daughter and eventually found them as she could not remember what they called themselves.
We went along on our first night and the dance that they were showing was a old time dance called Glengarry swing...and V said oh I am not doing that, I said that is find we just do the ones that you feel comfortable with. Everyone was very friendly, helpful and encouraging...They taught so many dances in one evening I thought there is no way we are going to remember them all. So we then started to do two beginners classes in a week and we were off now three and half years later, we have just done our first competition.
This is my story (and I'm sticking to it)
One evening I was sitting in front of the television minding my own business being a veggie when out of the blue this hand wrapped itself around my ear and a voice sad, follow me.
The hand had the force of the jaws of life and there was no way I could escape its grip, so I got up and followed the voice to the car.
For a brief moment I got the impression that something good, funny or tasty was awaiting me at the end of the ride, so I felt kind of happy about the hand around my ear.
We drove for about 15 minutes when the hand made me stop at a parking next to an community hall where music was played and loud happy voices shot into the night. I thought that it was a party, maybe a surprise party for me but then I remembered that my birthday was 4 month ago.
"Come on get out of the car" the voice of the hand commanded "and get inside".
I followed the hand and looked inside the hall to discover to my horror that there were people inside moving their bodies in what appeared to be uncontrolable spasms. I was shocked, but remembered my training and was ready to help these poor people, by administering first aid.
"Hi" another voice said, "You are here to dance?" "are you new?"
Dance, new, hi? no, no, no. I'm here because the jaws of life that are wrapped around my ear took me to this place. The voice, an elderly lady, looked at me, looked at my wife and said sure honey, its $12 for the two of you and have fun.
Now, almost 4 years later we have competed successfully in 4 competitions of which one interstate, 720km away from where we live, and I love it to bits. Sad that I never had the chance to do it earlier in my life, or if I had the chance, would I have done so?