I suppose it all began way back in those good old days when we were young and we had thighs that didn’t ache quite so much. Back then we could dance until Dawn.
Although, why everyone always stopped dancing when Dawn turned up, no-one really knew. That is except that Dawn had her own… er… rather unique dance stylings which made everyone stop and watch. There is something about gravity and the way it affects the more well-endowed young lady and her wobbly bits that has – no doubt – inspired more young men to take an interest in the laws of physics than would otherwise be the case.
Still, those were the days of the bra-less; days when it seemed the bra would be consigned to history, and thin, almost transparent tops were in style too, which always made Dawn’s appearance on the dance floor turn into more of a spectator sport.
Not that we intended to stop dancing, it was just… mesmerizing… the way that parts of her set themselves in seemingly independent motion to the rest of her. All around the dance floor, young teenage boys would be whipping out their calculators and inputting all they knew about the laws of motion and the relationships between bodies most definitely not at rest.
It was then, back in those days of Dawn’s dancing, that I came to realise what a wonderful thing science is.