D is for Daydreams of Dancing

Written for A - Z Blogging Challenge and GBE2 Week #46 prompt - Dance

     In the small town I grew up in we had 1 school for 1st grade through 12th and still had less than 400 students.  Needless to say, with a school   that small we didn't have a lot of school dances.  As a matter of fact, we had almost none.  We didn't even have proms before graduation.  We only had formal banquets.

     Now what young girl doesn't dream of dancing in the arms of a dashing young man?  It was the hot topic at many a slumber party as we giggled and practiced dancing around the floor.  We all wanted to be great dancers and  I was no exception...I loved dancing.   I often dreamed of dancing on American Bandstand.

     On the rare occasion that we did have a dance at school it was quite exciting.  Of course back then (and now I'm really showing my age) we didn't call them dances.  We had Sock Hops!

     I've never been told why they were called Sock Hops, but I have a pretty good idea.  Back then, schools only had one gymnasium that had to be used for everything.  School officials were really strict about the care of those gym floors.  It was nearly a federal crime if you put a scratch in that floor.  Absolutely no one was allowed on the gym floor with shoes on.  Subsequently, the only way to have a dance in the gym was for everyone to dance in their sock feet.   Voila!  Sock Hop!

     I actually only remember having one during my school days.  I remember dancing a lot...with the other girls.  We all danced in a circle while the boys sat around in the bleachers.  Some dream dance, huh?

     So, my dream to dance with a dashing young man would have to wait a few years.  I did eventually get my chance, though.  My husband and I used to go out dancing with friends in the early days.  And as for American Bandstand - never made it.  Now I dream of dancing with Derek or Max on Dancing with the Stars.   A girl can dream, can't she?

Until next time...that's my view.
Kat