MY Dad taught me how to dance. As a little girl i would stand on his feet and who would dance around with me. Even when i was in girl scouts we attended the square dance. He got me a pair of jeans and a straw hat to wear. I wore my brothers red and white checket shirt. When we would go to weddings my Dad and I always had the first dance together when guest were called to dance. As the song goes. DANCE WITH MY FATHER AGAIN. miss you dad.