The Daily Cross Hatch kicks off a multi-part interview with That Salty Air author Tim Sievert:
I heard that you used to be a dancer, an Irish step dancer. How did such a thing come about for you?
When I was a kid, probably 8, I remember being woken up one Sunday morning by my mother. She drove myself and my brother and my two sisters to Duck Creek Mall in Bettendorf, Iowa. It’s pretty much an abandoned mall and it’s always been abandoned, so we’re like, ‘Where are we going?’ but she kept it a surprise. She brought us into this room that was full of kids and parents and said, ‘You’re going to try Irish step dancing today.’ ‘Uh, no we’re not.’ ‘Yes you are.’ I feel like there were 300 people there, but I’m sure it was more like 10, and it was the first introductory see-if-you-want-to-do-this class. We all participated and afterwards my mom asked me if we wanted to do it, and my brother wasn’t into it, but my sisters and I said sure. I don’t know why I did, but I continued for a couple years. My other sister dropped out, so it was just me and my older sister for a few years. But for some reason – and this is completely honest – I remember nothing that I learned. People ask me all the time, but I remember nothing. But I got a little older and I was supposed to start playing baseball and soccer, and I did, but they conflicted with Irish dancing so I dropped it.
