Rites Of Passage

Good morning!

Skilly’s.
It was a familiar name to graduating  6th graders when I was growing up in South Tulsa.

To our mothers it was an invitation as prestigious as a college acceptance letter. To us it was as dreaded as a trip to the dentist for a root canal.

The rite of passage for all us lucky preteen boys and girls that received the invitation was to learn to dance at Skilly’s Dance Studio.

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We would load up a carpool full of neighborhood girls one evening a week for a one hour class at the dance studio located at 3115 S. Winston Ave.

There we would stand girls on one side, boys on the other and wait for our dreaded fate. To be asked. Or not. To dance by a boy. And there were always more girls than boys I might add. So you do the math. 😦

Puberty at its finest.
The cracking male voices. Females in training bras (what were we actually training?) Acne. Sweaty palms. All exposed for the world to see one night a week. For us it felt like eternity. When actually it was just 7th grade.

I will say it did prepare me for the coke dates I would later experience as a freshman in college where you and your sorority pledge class accompanied the pledge class of a fraternity out on a brief group date. Lined up by height. I’m 5’2″. Tell you anything about the guys I got? 😦 My second round of male female anxiety.

Needless to say, I did survive. I learned a few dance moves and a whole lot of humility that year. As we all did.

We learned a little about ourselves. How we responded to anxiety. Where we stood in the popularity arena. And if I recall correctly,  the only dance we ever used from Skilly’s was the slow dance to Stairway To Heaven. Not alot of fancy moves. Step close step close. And our first time to touch the opposite sex.

What memories!  🙂

Let’s all do our best to transition through all those rites of passage we are faced with in this life. Right now mine is an aging parent. Let’s go through this life celebrating with joy and dancing. With or without the training from Skilly. 🙂 We only get one shot at this life. Let’s together praise the name of our God and continue dancing into eternity together!

Let them praise His name with dancing; Let them sing praises to Him with timbrel and lyre.
Psalm 149:3

Love and laughter,

Sandy

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