I come from many different cultures. I consist of various movements of appendages. I am a form of expression that does not include pen and paper. Some forms of me include the Mashed Potato, the Bunny Hop, and the Jive. What am I?
I am the art of dance.
Dancing has always been present throughout history, from Victorian Waltzes to the spunky Charleston. It allows people to express how they feel through body movements, whether they are happy, sad, angry, or filled with passion. For some, it is considered a way of life. It also has its practical uses such as attracting a mate, making it rain, or helping people celebrate their heritage or special events. Dancing is also a good way to pay respects to high spirits. Polynesians use the Hula to praise Hawaiian chiefs and Gods. The Irish perform a jig to let loose at Irish fairs. The Russians also participate in a dance called the Kozachok, which is usually performed with a man and a woman.
That’s the good thing about dancing; you can do it alone, with a partner, or as a group. I, personally, like to dance in a group with my friends and family, creating my own moves and teaching them to other people; it allows me to show everyone my creative side. I like to turn the music all the way up and just paint the town red. I love the way my stress explodes off of me like fireworks on the Fourth of July. I love the way I feel when I’m floating away from the world into the sky. I love the way I feel free. Free from my worries. Free from my problems. Free from my life, even if it is only for a few minutes.
Dance: just do it, no matter how you do it.