This story starts out with me. I was 10 years old at the time and I was really chubby. One of my friends at church invited me and my sisters to start clogging. A couple days later we arrived at the class. My sisters weren’t very interested, but I myself fell in love with it. My teachers were a mother and daughter duo. The class consisted of several girls. About 6 months later, after the friend who invited me quit, I moved to the Junior class. Clogging is a very energetic dance and after a while I began to lose weight. I also began to get better at clogging. Not too long ago the daughter of the duo moved away for college, which left her mother to take over the group. Which now includes my friends Precious, Ninja, and several older women (sadly I don’t have nicknames for all of them, I’ll work on ’em).
The next step in the story is my instructor and her other daughter Ninja, and the rest of their family, are moving out of state. So they are passing the role of teacher to me. Which means I will be teaching Beginner, Junior, and the older group. And my parents will be taking over the planning, booking, and financial side. Now Pumpkin and Diva, my two younger sisters, are finally clogging and loving it.
Well, that is the tale of Xander clogging. There’s more to come, I’m sure. There are many other tales of Xander’s life, so we won’t be long in seeing each other again.