ballet in Central Park (Iowa style).

As I attempt to finish out my last few days as a freshman (for the last time), I had to take a few hours just to enjoy being young and spontaneous. So I reconnected with one of my lost childhood loves: horses; and let out stress by dancing on main street. Oh and practicing my hula on a creekside island. Basically, I set myself up for some thoroughly embarrasing slidshows for my fiftieth birthday or something like that. At least my children will know that I wasn't always a busy, dull mom who only has time to scrub floors and pack peanut butter and jelly sandwiches. And when I finally reach the age of being old enough to not care, I can share these pictures with my fellow red-hatters and reminisce of days when I didn't have to worry about a walking with a cane and I could dye my hair whatever color I wanted and it wouldn't grow out in forms of grey.