As per usual I had to get my head out of a grump before me and the crew (partner, three kids 13, 12, 10) strolled to the train station. Finally out of place in my brain and as soon as we were on board the carriage, my homemade song began to flow, with which I was asked to not act on(see \"I have a problem to admit\" ) apparently this was not the place.
We get off the train still laughing having fun, to my delight the place was empty downwards rails ready for smooth sliding.
Done the first rail! Along Came another, this one was perfect hitting burning Rubber, yes; there was a bit of regret after.
Strolling off down to the sea, the festival called paddle Round The Pier waits for me
We get there and have to walk through, looking at all the things my budget won\'t allow me to do or things I can\'t have.
Finally the main stage with music, what I\'ve been waiting for! they play hardcore rock not my sort of thing.
Wonder back to the tent we just passed before, to find really young kids about to perform
The Beat kicks in, body popping begins the crowd is clapping, the energy is buzzing. In between the acts they announce there\'ll be a workshop, of course me and a bit of my crew attend this event.
30 of us try to learn the routine, have a few laughs the crowd seems pleased.
Then the time comes for the freestyle attack, unrestricted me and the girls are ready to let everything out.
The bass hitting hard
Beat going fast
My feet crisscrossing
I go for a flip over
The hands go down
Then over I... Yes! I land.
So chuffed I carry on
laying straight down
then flip back up
My girl gives me five with eyes opened wide, she\'s ready to share her fire Inside.
The way she moves is so beautiful to watch, her passion and energy, like she was made for this stuff. Back to me and I\'m feeling pumped, leaping caterpillar I suddenly attempt! I\'m in the air, down on my arms, start lowering myself and I swear a rib popped, at that point I had to admit my age, left them to it and exited the stage.
Rest of the hours dancing having frolicking fun, live bands and loved ones nothing more I could want.
Thanks to all my fam
Dealing with my grumpy pants
It don\'t last for long
Then I\'m back to being, D man