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To: Rambi who wrote (62607)	5/18/2002 11:28:07 AM
From: Crocodile	Respond to of 71178

Your account of tap dancing is making me laugh as I think back to my own childhood. I remember watching a beautiful girl from my Grade 2 class, performing in a school talent show. She was wearing a pretty soft blue dress and wore bright red patent leather tap shoes. She sang and danced something.. can't remember exactly what now. I was so taken with the performance that I went home that afternoon and bugged my Mom to let me take tap dancing lessons. It never happened, but that may have been for the best. I don't think I would have been much of a performer. Most of my greatest performances were akin to Justin's "tree" role. I think I usually played the 10th or 12th of the dozen baaahhhhing sheep in the annual Christmas pageant. But I played my part well. I could baaaaahhh right up there with the best of them! (o:

To: Rambi who wrote (62607)	5/18/2002 12:03:57 PM
From: Justin C	Read Replies (3) \| Respond to of 71178

I wonder if they still sing it in schools I can imagine that the kids' reaction would be, "Like, what is courtin'?" my mother gave me a home perm In keeping with the theatrical theme of the moment, I trust it was a Tony? (Or was it Toni?) I can still faintly recall the aroma of that product. I had an aunt who was a "beauty operator" who did the "home permanent" thing on my grandmother and cousins. At about the time of your fateful dance recital, I managed to get thru my first and last piano recital on a Sunday afternoon at the Episcopal church, playing a stirring rendition of "Barnyard Frolics". I'm sure the attendees could virtually see, and especially smell, the cows and goats and chickens.