1971. I was three, my sister was eight.
My sister went to dancing school and the time came for her big recital. Ten girls dressed up in their pink ballerina tutus doing their rendition of "Swan Lake".
Guess who's little kid brother ran up halfway through the performance, and started to boogie like there was no tomorrow.
Of course the audience loved it, but my sister and her fellow ballerinas wanted to hang me from the highest tree. And who could blame them?
I got what-for when I got home, but it planted a seed. I LOVED performing in front of a crowd. Never got stage fright, never cared if I bombed, turn me loose and I'll put on a show for ya!
(No wonder, as soon as I was old enough, I joined a band).
A couple years later I made my official performing debut. Our first grade class got to sing songs from Sesame Street. The occasion was celebrating Sesame still going strong after five years (ONLY FIVE???!!!).
My group got to sing ABCDEFGHIJKLMNOPQRSTUVWXYZ (it's the longest Polish name I ever seen!) and the obscure "What Makes Music". Even at that early age, I loved being up there singing my a$$ off.
Other songs included "Rubber Duckie", "Up and Down", "People In Your Neighborhood", etc. But the kids who got the best gig were the ones who sang "I Love Trash". They each had a trash can in front of them filled with empty cans, plastic bottles, and get this! They got to throw this stuff into the audience! I doubt you could get away with this today, but in those pre-sue-happy times, the sky was the limit.
Thank you, Karen. I'm sorry I ruined your ballet dance, but your kid brother had to start somewhere. Since then, I've been fortunate enough to play in countless bars, clubs, do sales presentations, do a little acting, and testify in different churches. All leading up to now, singing in church every Sunday for the past 15 years, praising and worshipping Him in song.
Give this fuzzy guy a stage, a few lights, and a microphone, it becomes showtime!