If the truth be known, I have no rhythm. Really. . . none! 🙂 Growing up I was a wallflower too shy to dance in front of people.
My first dance was to a Medallion Ball, sponsored by the Pittsburgh Catholic Diocese over 50 years ago. It was held to honor students who accumulated the most volunteer hours in the city. All the young ladies had to wear long white ball gowns ( this one was made by my mother ) and their escorts wore black tux with tails. After being presented to the Bishop at that time ( Bishop Wright ), and given the Joan of Arc Medallion, we were led to the dance floor by our dates to dance a waltz. This was a very memorable occasion.
With age I have become a little less inhibited, but I still try not to let myself be photographed.
Here are a few of my friends “busting a move”, as my grandchildren would say, as our group cruised down the Potomac River two years ago.
This post is in response to The Daily Prompt: Lets Dance.
BE ENCOURAGED! BE BLESSED!