I love this one because there's me trying to be graceful...and behind me and in front of me are two of my best friends! Ah, memories.So, flash forward 15-20 years, and here I am, a mother of a almost 6 month old, and back to taking tap. My dad thought it was hilarious when I asked him to bring me my tap shoes, stored in the top of my childhood closet! I think I had to repeat myself about 10 times before he really believed me.
My first class was...well...hard! Susan had been able to start before I did, so she was a few classes up on me, so she helped me along, was so encouraging, and promised it would get easier! We are taking the intermediate tap class and I was secretly wondering if I should really be in beginners...again, Susan said I would be ok, to just hang in there! The morning was filled with flaps and shuffles...when the class was over, Susan commented that I wasn't as sweaty as she was...I told her that was because for half of the class I was standing around trying to figure out what they heck everyone else was doing!
This past Saturday was my second class and I have to say, it was easier! I'm reaching waaaaaay back, trying to remember these steps and they're coming back, little by little! My teacher did a little diddy and asked if I'd ever heard of the time step, and I said I'd done it a million times...about 20 years ago! And I'm learning new things that I swear I've never heard of like a shim sham and a rudiment. I did much better this week, and had so much fun. And yes, I was actually sweating by the time I left! Sweet!