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Being true to one's root-self and finding times and ways to embrace that person no matter where you are, who you are with, what you are in the process of becoming, or even how old your body gets... my, Vicky, what a beautifully nostalgic mood your piece put me in! Thank you for taking me to emotional places I haven't visited for a while :)

I'm trying to think of the last time I decided to just start dancing...I'll have grab my iPod and try it (although not at 2:30 since that's when the school that we live across from gets out.)

It's the Ipod! Not only do I dance in strange places, but I sing loudly and completely out of tune!

I confessed recently that I can barely contain myself on the commuter train with my iPod. Nice to know there are others of us out there.

We should all remember that. Nice post!

Just Dance!! Fantastic Idea...you really described it well. I felt like I had a mini-aerial view from above!

That song does something to me, too. Great post!

"I realized I just can't stop doing that type of stuff. I have to remember to keep it up no matter how grown up and old I get. It's what makes me, me."

What a great reminder for all of us supposed grown-ups! Thanks, Vicky!

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