By Elizabeth Fournier
As long as I can remember, I was always dancing around the house. Mom and I were fans of Donny & Marie, so I always got up and danced when they came on TV. My mother would be lying on the couch because she was always sick, but my dancing would make her smile. I danced my heart out for her.
One time, I shook, shook, shook my booty and Mom’s smile disappeared for a moment.
“Good girls don’t do that,” she warned.
What! It seemed so natural to move my butt when I was dancing. Why not? I tried not to do that move any more, but it was hard.
My formal dance training in tap, jazz, and ballet started at age four. Dance class was super fun because I had a natural talent for it. When the music started, most of the girls hung back, uncertain. Not me; I pushed to the front, eager to perform. Having practiced all week, I could execute every move with confidence. Continue Reading…