You know, there's just something about dancing... I remember my first dance, at DA Ferguson in Taber, being all nervous, with the girls on one side of the room, and the boys on the other, only coming together at the last minute.
I remember grade 10 math class when Mills would yell out, "it's time for dancing!" and we would all squirm in our seats, just for something to do.
The other night, I had just finished a great run! I did 5 km in 41 minutes, and was heading home. Wait, I have to back up a second...
I have a confession to make.
Every time I play my Ipod I have this almost uncontrollable urge to start dancing. This happens whether I am in the office, on the treadmill, and especially when I am on the train!
Back to my story - I took the train to Clareview, T.J. picked me up and my ipod was playing a song too great to be ignored (Toto's "Africa") so I just kept on listening. Then I had to do dishes, and before I knew it, I was dancing my heart out in my kitchen to music that no one else could hear.
Now that's happiness.
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