Just DANCE!
Scurrying to the front of the class, the clickety clack of my tap shoes echoed through the dance hall.
‘And one, and two, and three…’ the teacher instructed, sending me tapping away to the tinny music that played from a radio in the corner of the room. Growing up in New York in the 1930s, dancing had always been a big part of my life.
Going to the cinema with my. His body flowed like liquid, and I was hooked.
