school yesterday and hopefully it is one thing that I will always remember.
The dancing started with one boy twirling a girl under his arm. Then he asked me to put on some dance music, which I did. 3/4 of the class started to dance. Two boys worked on their break dancing. Some children danced by themselves while others danced with the same sex or the opposite sex.
I held my breath while I watched. Times like this can go sour in a heart beat. Toes can get stepped on, feelings get hurt etc. But that never happened. At the end one boy looked at me and said, with a smile on his face, "I'm a good sweaty."