Today I'm thankful that I can dance. My daddy taught me how to dance and how to follow. I'm a good dancer because I can follow pretty much anybody's lead, as long as they can dance.
Daddy taught me how to Spanish dance, Momma taught me how to cumbia, high school friends and boyfriends taught me how to dance hip hop, Salsa, 2-step, half-step, and waltz.
On the dance team I learned how to do lyrical, modern, and jazz forms of dance and could high kick like nobody's business. I was Miss High Kick and could kick the brim of my hat and do a jump split like the Dallas Cowboys Cheerleaders.
At one point I wanted to try out for the Dallas Cowboys Cheerleaders but then I started having hip pains. I started seeing a doctor for hip issues when I was 17 and quickly realized that pursuing that dream wasn't possible for me.
I don't get to dance that much anymore because it hurts and I pay for it for days afterwards but it sure feels good in the moment. I'm thankful that I CAN dance when I want to, and that I have all those memories from my dancing days.
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