One of my goals entering college was to learn how to
dance. Never did I think that I would start my lessons with my Mom’s Dad. I
didn’t even know that my Grandfather could dance. This trip home seems to be a
trip of discovery! Not only can he dance, but I think that he and my
Grandmother could still steal the show at any swing club. I put on some slow
jitterbug on youtube and off they went – twirling and bobbing with ease. They
made it look so effortless, but after I stepped up to get my lesson I saw that
the learning curve was quite the opposite.
I tried to bounce and twirl, and at first almost called it
quits. My Grandpa insisted that I just listen to the beat of the music more and
by the end of the session; I was having a lot of fun. I definitely think, with
a little help from my Grandparents that I will graduate a pretty good dancer,
but nowhere as good as the masters, my Grandparents, Sheila and Marvin Stockel!
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