Very rare throwback... our little ballroom dance school (Rising Stars Dance Academy) from Saddle Brook, New Jersey would take a coach bus every year to Columbus, Ohio for the Ohio Star Ball (North American Championships) at which this little dance school would be notorious for the loudest most dynamic cheering section. We would win most, lose some, but we always left an impression. Not always a good one, not always bad either, but one of intense unity! One for all and all for one was always the mantra in this dynamic sometimes dysfunctional family. Those hour long bus rides, even though weren’t always comfortable brought us all together. The parents upfront raising glasses talking bout “back in the day” and how grateful they are for this day, today. Chasing the sentiment with caviar and mamas chicken cutlets. Kids in the back playing spades, Rock Paper Scissors, arguing, testing each others wit constantly, engaging in every possible form of competition possible to pass the time. As mostly Hiphop music blared through the speakers, barely eclipsing the complaints of the disgruntled parents confused about “how’s this music,” we were a family. A team. On our way to what at the time seemed like the most important event in our lives. And we damn sure treated it as so. The truth is only hindsight can show you how insignificant something is in the long run, but then again it’s that same hindsight that looks at this picture and understands that memories like these shaped us into the people we are today.