I have always loved dance. I began dancing when I was in elementary school. My feet learned to tap, my legs learned to move gracefully and lightly across the floor, and my arms and torso learned to sway and arch gently. I took ballet, tap, and jazz dance for a number of years. I remember my first pink tutu. I remember being allowed to put layers upon layers of blush on my cheeks, red lipstick on my lips, and blue eye shadow on my eye lids. I felt grown up and mature when I took the stage. Though, I was just a little girl. I realized later in life, that all those years of dance had given my body amazing balance, flexibility, and that the dance never left the girl, though the girl left the dance. My parents couldn't afford too much for the five of us girls, so when my interests turned to piano and voice lessons, the dance had to go.
I took dance lessons again in college and realized that I wished I had kept it active in my life. And now I'm determined to put the girl back into the dance.
My good friend Rachel, and a fellow dance lover and dancer sent me this video:
"Pilobolus: A performance merging dance and biology"
http://www.ted.com/talks/view/id/24