Have you ever lived with someone a long time, known them even longer and assume that they know anything of interest about you and have heard all of your stories probably more than once? But then one day you discover that there is still a tidbit from your past that has somehow gone undetected. How exciting.

The other night I was tap dancing in the kitchen and decided to try and teach the associate the old “shuffle, ball change” maneuver, a nice simple beginner’s step I thought she could handle. Let’s just say, tap is not her gift. Anyway, halfway through the lesson she stopped me and said “did you take tap lessons or something?” “WHAT!?” I said in amazement, “yes I did, and you don’t know that? Wow!”

No, she in fact did not know this about me.  Sure, it’s just stupid tap dancing lessons but for some reason it made me so happy to have something new to reveal.

Here I am before my big dance recital, probably around nine years old.

Don’t you just love that stage of growth where the kid’s head is too big for their body and their teeth are too big for their head.