Mine was the jitterbug/swing, because my parents were champs - seriously, they won several contests on the different military bases where we were stationed, and they could pull off all the tricks, including my dad swinging my tiny mom around his waist, over his head, down between his legs, tossing her through the air, et.
LOVED it.
But where I really learned to dance was 1971, when I was in 8th grade and I'd lock myself in my room on Saturday to first watch American Bandstand but then watch the REAL dancing on this brand new show that played right after it called Soul Train... I lived for that show, and worked hard to try and match their moves step by step, hip thrust by hip thrust, shimmy by shimmy...
