I went line dancing once, did I ever tell you about that?
It was a few years ago now, and I think it was after one of my cousins 21sts. They had a western theme and everyone got up and into a bit of line dancing and it was all very light hearted and amusing. Me and my younger cousin Sarah thoroughly enjoyed ourselves and so when I spotted an ad for line dancing classes at the local community centre I simply I had to call her and get my plaid shirt on as soon as possible!
It was something like $5 at the door for the class and we found ourselves amoungst the strangest group of people ever. Most of them were elderly, reminiscing of the good ol’ days back on the farm I’m sure. All of them had cowboy boots and all of them had obviously been line dancing for many years.
Me and Sarah stuck out like sore thumbs. We didn’t look the part. We were 40 years too young and didn’t know ANY of the steps. We pranced about and giggled as those taking their foot flailing ritual seriously glared over at us. We had a ball trying to pick up all the steps and act the part, with our thumbs hooked into our belt loops and our imaginary cowboy hats wobbling on our heads. It was great.
So we went back.
And you know what? It was terrible the second time round. We had picked up the steps, the people were too serious to have any real fun. There was no challenge any more. We were bored of foot flailing. And that was the end of my love affair with line dancing. It’s very much over. I’m never going back.
Unless of course I get stuck in a stock freezer that will only open if I line dance…but that’s another story entirely.
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