“In my earliest memories of dancing, I’m under my auntie Nancy’s dining room table, (which had been pushed off to the side of the room), watching my mom, dad, aunties, and uncles all dancing on the hardwood floor to a never-ending stack of 45 records, dropping one after the other. I remember foot-high stacks of 45s all around the record player. The song that I remember playing most? Twistin’ the Night Away by Sam Cooke. Every time I hear that song, I remember auntie’s spontaneous dance parties. What are your earliest and fondest memories of dance?” -The Daily Post
When I was young, my grandmother would frequently babysit me while my dad worked and my mom caught up on household chores. While at her house, similar to what was mentioned in the prompt, we’d push the table and surrounding furniture off to the walls of the room.
She’d put on some of her upbeat Italian music and we’d “work out” and “dance” and just do whatever. I remember it was so much fun. I was young – maybe 4? 5? 6? – and didn’t care what the heck we were doing.
My grandma was younger so she’d be moving around and stretching and whatever else she felt like.
I miss those days.
Now she watched my two little cousins. One is 5. One is 6. It makes me sad when she tells me how different things are when she watches them versus back when she used to watch me. We had so many things we did together between dancing to Italian music, walking to the “zoo” (AKA a neighbor with stone animals all over their lawn), and playing all sorts of games. She says she doesn’t do those things with either of them. Partially because she has less energy and partially because she claims I was a much easier kid to handle… the two young ones can be a handful when they’re together.