A friend and I took our kids to a barn dance tonight. It was exactly what you probably have pictured in your mind…a caller (old and stooped but a very good square dance teacher), a couple of fiddlers, twinkling lights hung from the rafters and lots of people clapping, stomping and doh si dohing their partners.
The boys were reluctant at first, but they had learned how to square dance in music class a couple of years ago (Thank you, Mrs. Phillips!) so they just jumped right in and did a fantastic job.
I would say they both did at least three dances before calling it quits for the night. We spent the rest of the night wandering through the apple orchard on the property, exploring the 1860’s kitchen garden and exploring one of the biking trails with their friends.