WHAT WILL I BE WHEN I GROW UP?


SOME PEOPLE HAVE KNOWN THEIR PATHS SINCE KINDERGARTEN

 
BD photo - Loni B&W Veil

I guess there were clues back then – see parenthesis – I just didn’t realize them until much later. When I was 5 my Aunt visited from across the ocean. She was a Belly Dance performer and instructor. Growing up in a farming community in the eighties in Central Alberta, I had no idea about Middle Eastern culture, but when I heard the music, I was entranced, and when Aunt Sheila shared sparkly bits of her costumes and taught us backbends and snakey arm movements, I knew I was in love! For Halloween that year Mom made me a diaphanous mauve and peach costume that I floated around in. It didn’t even bother me that no one else had a clue what I was – I knew (Belly Dancer)!

 

Interesting now to look back on my Halloween costume choices: Grade Five: Cleopatra, Grade Six: a Flamenco dancer. Both costumes were inspired by the Encyclopedias I poured over. I’ve always loved books (Librarian) and learning about far-off places. Books offered connection.

 

We lived so far from Town that taking dance classes was just too much driving, so I made up my own choreographies and taught them to my semi-willing sister and cousins. They didn’t love my drill-sergeanting (AFLCA Fitness instructor) on the lawn, but they complied. We practised, dressed up, sold tickets, coloured posters, promoted (Writer) and then shared our show (Performer) to supportive crowds. I guess there has always been a Dancer/Librarian/Instructor/Programmer/Writer/Performer in me!


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