No matter where I am, at a wedding, at a club, in my house, or in the middle of a conversation I will drop everything, squeal with joy and run to the dance floor (or danceable area) whenever I hear the song ‘Groove is in the Heart.’ I adore this
I don’t even think we had rubber boots on at the time. My ripped jeans were soaked right up passed the knees. Plaid shirts wrapped around our waists and clipped in our centre parted hair were plastic little girl barrettes. It was 1993. Sarah and I were 13 years old, jumping into puddles on a warm spring day. Hockey moms drove by and glared at us with a look that scoffed, ‘ugh, teenagers.’ But we didn’t give a flying fart what anyone thought. We were best friends (Best Friends Forever!) splashing in the last days of childhood.