Confession

We all have that one band we like that everyone gives us grief over. It is just another great part of this existence. Fun stuff being judged, huh? Such is life, Steemsters. My advice to you is to turn it up and dance in your car at all the red lights. Trust me, you will make someone smile. It is better than picking your nose, which is what I often see most of you doing. Don't worry, I will not name names. You are safe...for today.

Now, to get to the point. My confession is...

I like ABBA! There I said it. Are you happy? Most likely not.

You just don't understand. It was so wonderful to go rollerskating in my bell bottom overalls with the kittens embroidered on the bib. (I wish I still had them.) The disco ball was spinning, little flecks of light everywhere, a whirling rainbow of colors. The shiny hardwood floor was a source of joy, gleeming under the lights. And wheels on my feet! Are you kidding?! It was the stuff of dreams for a four year old girl who had to work with her rotten older brothers on a farm. A beautiful escape! I could just skate all my troubles away.

And then what should I happen to hear?!

Dancing Queen by ABBA

*gasps
I would like to be a Dancing Queen! Yes, please! (I was four, a girl can dream.)

Then!

Take A Chance On Me by ABBA

If that doesn't make you want to shake what your momma gave ya, you are broken on a very deep level.

And the pièce de résistance?

SOS by ABBA

There are no words for how much this spoke to a young girl who felt trapped in a family that told her boys were best.

So in summation...

Try it, you might like it!
Many thanks to giphy. :)