The moment I learned I could not dance was, well, like my dancing: akward. I was at a Christian summer camp for a week in middle school. We had a concert on the first night. Before then I had danced like a child, care free and not caring about what anyone else thought.
Now however, as the band played I suddenly became self aware that not only was I feeling akward, but I felt other people looking at me akwardly. It's one of those moments in your life where everything goes silent. Time pauses. I remember the glow of the campfire, the shadows from the colored lights hitting the crowd, and I remember thinking. This is not cool. Yep that was it. I realized that I could not dance, I was not cool dancing, and I was not going to be cool dancing.
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I also learned early I could not dance. I also learned that if I had a few beers, I could dance better. You may try this approach, however I am not sure how this would work at your church camp. Try it the next time you are out and see how it works!
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