The importance of dancing

From the tone of my writing you can probably already tell that I'm a closet dancer: one of those hopeless crackers who hears and feels the beat without my feet. I'm not proud of it. I desperately wish I knew how to dance when the music comes on. I'm blaming my race, my whtie culture. It's just like how it is for the kids from Hong Kong in my summer school class--they have all the intelligence in the world, but, without fluency in English, they have a hard time expressing themselves. In the same way, I lack a "physical vocabulary," in part because I NEVER saw my parents dance. Heck, I tried to get my Dad to dance with me at a church social and he felt awkward. Parkers clap their hands politely or tap their foot daintily when the beat is right. My parents no doubt learned that from their parents who learned it from their parents. We're all missing out. In the Caribbean, people start dancing to music from day one. They have more fun and are better musicians because of it.