On Friday night we went to a 70's-80's dance for the adults in our ward. We had a fun night visiting with friends and we boogied the night away. The next day Colin woke up with a sore hamstring...I guess those splits weren't a good idea. :) Just kidding! We had a great time at the dance and felt like kids again.
Fast forward to Saturday night. It was Colin's turn in young men's to chaperone the youth dance...which meant it was also my turn. The first clue that we might be getting old is the dread that we felt at going out 2 nights in a row. I mean, we were just out the night before! :) In my mind it doesn't seem like it has been that long since I was going to these youth dances. I guess I am also delusional, because in reality it has been about 17 years! We spent 3 hours watching teenagers jumping up and down to loud synthesizer music and calling it dancing, and looking at our watches every 2 minutes to see if it was over yet. We came to the conclusion that as young as we might think we are in our own minds, that we really are getting OLD!
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Giggling about this post. I remember dances well! I remember the prep in getting to the dances- working on those bangs so they were just perfect and shopping for the perfect dress so that that someone would notice. I think my happiest memories of the dances were the gatherings we had before and after them:) Looking back, I'm sure our parents weren't thrilled about either! On the other hand as a parent I can tell you that is exactly what I want my son to do...hang out at our house before and after. Thanks for the trip down memory lane. BTW if Colin ever does do the splits at a dance, I expect a photo. That is so blogworthy!!!
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