I was a pretty creepy little kid.

Not having any sisters or brothers, I wasn’t left much choice but to amuse myself and generate my own environment of fun.

For this reason, I used to choreograph.
Myself.

To ensure that my parents’ guests were entertained, I would then use them as the audience to my child-y interpretive modern dance routines, convinced I waw showcasing my brilliance.

My most popular piece of dancing genius was to Lionel Richie’s All Night Long. I would wait impatiently to ask each group of friends if they were ready for my number; sometimes, I was asked even before I had the chance to mention it. Naturally, this made me hyperventilate with excitement and I would be forced to excuse myself from the room in order to catch my breath and stop laughing with great joy.

Then, I would take both my parents and their guests as hostages.

Between rolling around on the floor, kicking my feet up (while rolling around on the floor), and sliding down the wall, I always made certain to make strong eye contact with, and smile loudly at my parents’ guests. (Creepy & intense. Awesome.)

Honestly. It is no wonder that my parents got a divorce.

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