Taylor Smart

The Joy of Movement

When I was a little girl I remember coming home from school, around the age of 11 or 12, and turning on the CD player. I had a case full of CDs with music from every era (much gratitude to my parents for helping me accumulate my collection). I would come home and no matter what kind of day I experienced - good or bad, or somewhere In between, I would DANCE! I would dance myself into a sweat! I would dance to whatever tune the music crooned.