Thursday, June 19, 2008
**Head bobbing off beat**
Every person I know longs to be somewhere else, doing something different. I am no exception. If I am honest, and I rarely am when it comes to these type of things, I want to be a member of a dance troupe. I can see it now, me and my crew gyrating down the street guided by our freedom and the smooth beats of [name your favorite artist here]. I figure all I need is style, rhythm, dedication, years of professional coaching, and six lucky individual to believe in the dream. . . .
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i am sitting here laughing. it isn't a dance troupe i walk and think of, it is when i see a long stretch of smooth pavement, and i think...oh, i could make a few strides, do a roundoff back handspring!!
for a brief moment i forget i am no longer a teenager...
...and that i couldn't do one then, either.
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