When I was in elementary school, I remember going to a grade 7 and 8 dance – but they were uneventful! I remember wanting to dance with one boy, and hoped he would ask me to dance… but I went through a terribly awkward phase (as do so many tweens), and wasn’t the cutest or most popular girl. In fact, my huge ’80s style glasses earned me the nickname Four Eyes.
My kids have gone to some of their school dances, but they’re boys! The boys end up running around, or huddle together along the gym wall, while the girls boldly take the dance floor, busting their moves.
I don’t remember our schools having a father-daughter dance, or a mother-son dance – I wish we had! My father would’ve grabbed a microphone, and started singing along with Sweet Caroline, and then we would’ve hit that dance floor together.