Me- The Baloon Dance

My love for the ballet began at a very early age.  I took dance for over thirteen years and started on pointe at the age of ten.But I believe my creativity actually started because my kindergarten teacher encouraged me to use my imagination when she would play a record (yes, I am dating myself) that led me to participate in the most imaginative and beautiful dance I can remember. My childhood friend and I would begin on the center carpet in a seated position.  As the music and words began, our little arms would begin to lift high above our heads as the "balloons" filled with air.  As the gentle breeze began to blow, Susan and I would twirl and whirl around the carpet.  Up, down, around and around.  Giggles and wiggles; swishes and swirls. As the music slowed and the air began to be released from the balloons, we would slowly begin to sink back to the carpeted floor, our bodies melting into puddles of nothingness until at last we would once again ask for the music to begin again.It was more than a dance to me, it was an outward expression of what I heard...my interpretation.  It was sharing with a friend something intangible yet indescribable. While I understand that times change and we cannot go "back in time",  I would encourage parents of young children...exprience your own "balloon" dance today.  Who knows where it will land?  My bet...a wonderful world of imagination.