When I was very young
I had a pair of white “go-go” boots.
I vividly remember dancing in them in front of the house of the people who’s names I never knew.
Dancing.
In go-go boots
In someone’s front yard.
Free styling.
Why is this important?
It’s not.
Humorous.
But not important.
And not an indication
Of who I was going to be.
We obviously know,
Now.
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I like picturing a younger version of you in these go go boots! ❤ awww!
I was wearing my dancing shoes here, during the Grammys, Colleen!
The funny part of the show was when Neil Diamond sang, "Sweet Caroline". . . in a pretend car with James Corden full of guest singers! Here at 5am I had posted a blog with branches touching across space, with the same song. Lol 😀
I never had go go boots but had wellies, cowboy boots and black boots I wore with black hose at one time.
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I just saw the clip of that before I started my blog stuff for the morning!!
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This is such an awesome post. The freedom of just dancing and not caring…it may not have been an indication of who you would become, but it will always be a part of your “creation” of self…I love it. 🙂
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I think you’re right Kim and I like how you say that. “it will always be a part of your creation of self”. Love that!!!
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I think that’s rad!😂
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Hahahahahahaha!!!! 🙂
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so funny, and i had a pair too though i was too shy to dance in front of people )
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It never occurred to me others might be able to see! I remember the white house, the yard dipped some in front so it was like a stage. The concrete driveway. The green grass. But no peoples!!!!!! 🙂
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LOL! We had to try on different hats in order to figure out who we wanted to be. 🙂
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So true Priceless. Great point! 🙂
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Ah yes I do remember my go go boots. Sigh
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Technically I think “mine” were my moms!!!! 🙂 Hahahahahaha! I bet she loved that I took them.
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My white go-gos were cheap plastic up to the knee. They squeaked loudly when I walked…I still have dreams about the noise level and not very much about the look. Ha!
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Hahahahaha! I think these were actually my moms. I’m not sure. I’ll ask her this weekend. Maybe they were mine. But they seem to girly for me. I was pure tomboy back then. 🙂
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Somewhere inside you is a little girl dancing in GoGo boots. I hope you let her out to play, wearing GoGo boots or not.
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I do Russ, I think it’s important that we remember, and live, with play. But the go-go boots are not required 😉
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I wanted those, but they were sinful!
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Hahahahaha! They probably were. But I was too naive to know it. 🙂
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Oh, I’m sure it was important to someone. Probably a little old lady who watched from her window and it brought a smile to her face every time she saw you. Maybe a young lad who was secretly in love with the girl in her go-go boots.
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I would believe the little old lady part. But I would doubt the young lad part 🙂
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Love it!!
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🙂 thank you Lyn!
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I had two pair, But killed my feet. In pain, but
hip..
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Mine were my moms. 😉
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