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A night at the dance

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Week two writing challenge
Prompt: It was odd to be in a room full of people who all seemed to look up to my dad like he was some kind of hero. A part of me wanted to see him through their eyes just for a moment
A Night at the Dance
By Lisa Noe!

I recall in the early ‘80’s my father was a sergeant in the Air Force, He used to take my sister and I to the base teen club every Friday night so we could go dancing. We so enjoyed dressing up and dancing until midnight with cute boys. Our father would drop us off in front of the teen club and pick us up there when the night was through. I had a crush on one of the boys that worked at the center, of course to him I was nothing more than a child. He was around twenty-three years old and I around thirteen. Me and my older sister enjoyed our visit to the club every Friday night. My sister, Tammie had a boyfriend, she was older than me she was sixteen and she had an eighteen year old boyfriend. Once my father allowed Her boyfriend to drive us to the club. They dropped me off at the club, but Dean, my sister, Tammie’s boyfriend
Was too old to get in the teen club so they went to the Beach arcade instead. I however danced with Kelly, the man who worked at the center. It was so innocent on his part but me, I was in love. He taught me how to do all these really fancy dances, he twirled me around on the dance floor like I was a spinning top.
Well when my sister and her boyfriend finally got back to pick me up they thought they would sneak
Dean in to the club by saying he was under eighteen. We all danced for about an hour, until the workers came to our table and inquired about Dean’s age. And we had no resort but to leave. As we walked out to the vehicle we noticed our eyes started burning and each of us was crying heavy tears of pain. It made our eyes hurt something awful, I was in so much pain, as was everybody else. We could not hardly find our way back to the center from the parking lot. We were all in dire pain and our eyes were pouring water.
I, being the last affected and probably the least affected, made it inside of the club to get help from a worker. The woman at the entrance, who caught glimpse of me, immediately called the man that was in charge of the center. The ascertained that we had been maced by pepper spray. And they brought us in to the center to apply cool water compresses on our eyes and to call our parents. When My father arrived
He began to investigate. He found there had been some young airmen around earlier and some of the teens were teasing them about their haircuts, so much so, that the airmen wanted to retaliate. They maced the car of anyone of the teens, and since most of the teens had been dropped off by parents then that left only the mustang that belonged to Dean. Sgt. Noe was on the job and found the airmen who had been at the local bowling alley earlier in the evening. They were drinking and started bragging around the base that they had gotten even with a bunch of Hippy kids and filled their faces full of mace. The kids were all so grateful to him. It was odd to be in a room full of people who all seemed to look up to my dad like he was some kind of hero. A part of me wanted to see him through their eyes just for a moment. But to me he was still just dad, a hero in every since of the word what he did by solving the case was really nothing for him. He was an everyday Hero!


Lisa Noe~kittylove