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| I have this picture on the wall in my office. I see it every day and it just blends in with my daily life. One day I took a good look at it and tried to remember what I could of that time. |
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| I must have been about 5 years old. It seems like my grandmother had something to do with my tap dance lessons, which I took at Christian Park in the recreation center. Later in life, I took baton lessons there. I don't remember much about the lessons, just the rudimentary first steps you learn in tap dancing, heel-toe, heel-toe, shuffle-kick. I don't remember practicing, but I must have. |
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| My grandmother made my costume. I have a very foggy memory of going to her house on Pleasant Run Parkway and being fitted in the dining room, standing on a chair, her old Singer sewing machine sitting on the table. |
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| Then there was the recital. It was at night in a theater downtown somewhere. Someone applied my lipstick in the car at the last minute. That was a big deal, to wear lipstick. We did a dance routine to the song Pony Boy. I did fine, the girl in the middle did fine, but the blonde on the end kept losing her hat and when she did, the audience laughed. I remember thinking they were laughing at me. |
"Pony boy, pony boy,
won't you be my pony boy.
Don't say no, here we go, ride away with me.
Marry me, carry me, right away with you.
Giddee-up, giddee-up, whoa! My pony boy!"
