Hoofing with the Oldies
Next up was TAP dancing. My Mom had taken some classes in Arizona and wanted to carry on in Vancouver. I went with. What’s our first rule of dance? We gotta have the right shoes! I now have three pairs of tap shoes and still can’t tap. It was fun though and a lovely lady named Beryl taught the class of seniors–and me. We did have one man in the class, but it was only briefly. We must have terrified him. The sound of a class full of people tapping in no particular rhythm can be horrendous! Even if you can’t tap well, it’s tons of fun wearing those shoes and clomping around on a wood floor. I never get tired of it.