(Go to older posts to read the first Dancing Streets)
Do you get it now? Experiences can last forever. I saw those kids, those hundreds of kids, dancing. Doing moves that I've never even seen before. When I left that driveway, I knew I could never forget it. When I got home, I told my wife and kids about the streets and they didn't believe me. So guess what I did. We took a vacation to the Dancing Streets. They did a few double takes and I heard a few gasps, but now they believe. What, you may think. Well, they now believe anythings possible. These streets are like God. They're amazing though we never see them, we just have to have faith that people still love. With no wars or fights, or hating or racism. Just love. The kids dancing on the streets that night were family to each other. They weren't blood family, they were just one crowd of people together loving each other. And last time I checked, that meant family.
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