I was twelve years old when this picture was taken. I was dressed up and ready to go to my first school dance. It was during the seventh grade and it was a night time dance. How exciting is that? My first big dance and it was held at night. My mom made my dress (it's a beauty!) and I wore my first pair of heels...red, of course. (It is my belief that every woman should have a pair of red shoes in their closet. Power shoes! Or, maybe, just to kick some butt.) The boys lined one side of the gymnasium's wall and the girls stood against the other wall. The girls were waiting to be asked to dance and the guys were avoiding us. Mostly, girls danced with girls. We all were waiting for the Ladies Choice dance. I remember basically stalking my prey (I mean "that cute guy") and just when they announced the Ladies Choice dance, I moved in his direction and he quickly ran for the door. He had been watching me watch him. My cover was blown. No spy-of-the-year award for me. I was embarrassed but shrugged it off as I-didn't-want-to-dance-with-you-anyway, so there!! That's the way it was done back then. Nobody came as a couple...hey, it's only seventh grade! But, a girl can dream, can't she. I don't remember being asked to dance at all that night. I do know that the girl's bathroom right next to the gym was a-buzz with gossip about the cute boys that were there and who was dancing with whom. I hung out with my friends and had a good time anyway. I remember saying that very thing to my father when he came to pick me up when the dance was over. I remember my mom asking if I did dance with a boy and I had to say no. But next time, maybe. You know, I'm wondering about something. Did the teachers who were chaperones that night have a good time, too?
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