We spent many long, hot hours at the fair that day, collected free stuff, ate greasy stuff, and bought a can of dried salsa that will probably outlast my future grandchildren, but the highlight has to be our moment in the spotlight, up on that little round stage, dancing a square and wishing I could be anywhere else but there. It was awesome. And now I no longer worry about square dancing nightmares cause I’ve lived it and survived. But the glass eye thing could haunt me for a while yet.
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