We Had Jazz Hands
There were many highlights in my early dance days, all of them with my Mom. At one time, we took JAZZ. Our main entertainment was to jockey into a position behind one of my Mom’s friends because her tights were WAY too small and the crotch was WAY too low and she could hardly move her legs in them. The teacher had us prancing around the room in long strides. It was awesome to watch Mom’s friend try to move in her tights. I can still replay that in my head anytime I need a mental-health break!