I am a dancer! Dancing is not just what I

I am a dancer! Dancing is not just what I do it is a part of who I am. Coming into The Richard Stockton College of New Jersey I thought dance was for me!

the joy of sharing and enjoying this passion with other people.

We sat on our buts in an apple pie circle. Cubbins showed his gerbil. Mandy showed a squashed penny she got from the zoo. I showed my Innsmouth puzzle box.

The teacher asked where I got it. I couldn't say. The toy-maker was a real pinhead & would be ticked if I told his secrets. When rubbed the right way, the Innsmouth puzzzle box ope

ned to reveal a pop-up town of small gabled houses and a port. Tiny deformed villagers moved among the buildings. "And if you open the roof here, you can see Father Dagon.." I said

, demonstrating. Then I pulled my hand back from the miniature gabled roof. OW! I looked down to see Father Dagon glaring up at me, holding a teeny-tiny silver dagger.

"What did you do that for?" I asked Father Dagon. "O don't mind me."said Father Dagon as he slit my shoes with a dagger. My thoughts were interrupted as he started tickling my feet

I started to laugh and told him to stop. He would not. Argh! What to say? Father Dagon started to sing "Smash your head against the wall" and I sang along. We had a blast.

Quite literally actually, as we smashed our heads repeatedly against the concrete wall. Father Dagon passed out at the fourth couplet, but still... good times.