I’ll be the first to admit to my lifetime membership into the order of the dork. I am a prime example of not judging a book by its colorful cover. I’m a square. I’m a rule follower. I always did what my parents told me….mostly. Which brings us to a wonderful story. We were having a lovely evening. Wine, screened in porch, friends, and my parents. Deep philosophical and theological discussions. Then it happened. The story of how we came to join the UU church in the 80s. My mother gets 3 sentences in to the story and my dear friend Potter says, “wait, I’d like to go back a minute. She was taking a teen aerobics class?”
There it is folks. Proof of my goofy earlier years. In my defense it was the era of Jane Fonda, unlike prancersize, every one was doing it. Even Olivia Newton John was getting physical. I may have had short shorts and worn my socks up to Jesus. I most likely was wearing pink framed glasses with a lovely tint on the lenses. Which I ended up breaking in an unfortunate incident with the heavy door into the lunch room at school.
So you’ll excuse me if I don’t join you for your Zumba classes. I’m old school.E