Lately there’s a thing I’ve been doing more and more. It’s not something I particularly enjoy while being watched by others but in the privacy of my own home (or the privacy of that of others) I let loose every now and then. In that case there’s no particular plan to it, just let limbs fly left and right, throw in the odd jump and kick, twirl and spin, dive and duck and such things.

That is, of course, the “art” of dancing. I’m the one that will be doing all the dance moves upside-down and inside-out. When everyone is moving left you can bet money on me doing my dance routine to the right.

In a kindergarten you do a lot of dancing. You dance as you tell the children nice to see you and things like that. Obviously you dance when you teach them a new song. But even teaching certain words or chants needs dancing. Teaching children is all about moving arms and legs, hips and bottoms and heads and shoulders. It’s not without its dangers – note: dancing can lead to serious injury and death, consult a doctor before engaging in any dance-like activities. Dancing should not be attempted without the supervision of an adult and only in a controlled, rubber-coated, fluffy environment – the most common of which is children getting tangled into a big ball of arms and legs or one poking the other in the eye while doing the Macarena. After a good dance there’s always someone left crying.

But ah yes, the Macarena. For the past two weeks I believe I have been doing the Macarene every day about three times. Today was the absolute highlight with a total of about six times. For children it’s great fun and for adults for about the first ten times is fun as well. But somehow seeing smiling faces and finger-to-eye interaction loses its appeal after #30.

Oh and yeah. I’m back baby.