I danced naked on the sidewalk. Ran circles around my naked daughter, Franki.
Let’s back up a little….
We’d just finished swimming and had come inside to dry off. I stripped my bathing suit, wrapping a towel around me. Franki, bottoms off, top on, said she was cold, so I suggested she take her wet top off and wrap a towel around her as I had.
As we walked toward our front porch to hang our suits up to dry, she threw her towel and exclaimed, “Let’s have a naked dance party”!!
I laughed and answered, “Sure, go ahead”! (As in, "You can if you want to, but I'm not doing that.")
Spontaneous dance parties aren't unheard of around here but me dancing naked is.
This gal was determined to get that towel off of me and get me dancing.
“Come on, mama...let’s do it!!!!”, she excitedly exclaimed.
No neighbors within sight. No sound of vehicles coming up our long gravel driveway; six-foot-high ornamental grasses surrounding me - offering cover, and yet, I hesitated as my eyes darted left, then right and off into the distance.
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