Dancing in The Circle

Because I have a lot of posts to make up for, I've decided to record some of my favorite dancing memories.
My parents moved our family in the late 80's to a Virginia home. I remember being scared to death of the second floor, I'd never lived in a house that was so big before. It was on five acres of land, with lots of trees and an Indian wall that soon became one of our favorite places to play. The drive way came straight towards the house then split into a circle, with a wide grassy area in the middle. We called it "The Circle". We'd ride our bikes and banana cars around and around it.
I remember dancing in the circle when I was about 6 or 7. Mom has pictures of me with my arms flung out, and my mouth is open, like I was singing to myself, and my little bottom is stuck out at an angle. I remember thinking I was so pretty.  I'll post that picture as soon as I get a copy.
Dancing, for me, is a way to express what I feel in harmony with something that is higher then myself. It almost seems to make me a better person and soothes and fills something inside me. I thought yesterday how my life would be if I didn't have legs. I think I would still dance with my arms and if I lost my arms, I'd dance with my body. It's simply that amazing.