I can remember as far back as when I was very little, the size where everyone and everything stood like giants compared to me. Gospel music softly playing in the background as my mother put cold vaseline on my little face, getting me and my siblings ready to go see our cousins, aunts, and uncles. It was my family's little tradition to get together on the most random and unexpected nights to party. Celebrating nothing in particular. Just partying to party, enjoying the company of one another. Music playing so loud you could feel the beat vibrating inside your body, feeling so liberating, so magical. The smell of foods blessing my nostrils with familiar scents. The all too familiar cornbread, spinach, sweet potatoes and all set out on a table for everyone. The sweet aromas from my Nanas fresh baked goods filled the air, drawing everyone's eyes towards them. The energy and joy from everyone during these nights were unmatched, everyone being so happy, laughing without a care in the world. I turn my head towards the joyous laughter I hear in the near distance and I'm met with the sight of my family gathered around and dancing. They moved like the dancing inflatables, funky yet free, without a care in the world. One wonderful thing about them is they were very inclusive people. So even as I catch myself blending into the background, I feel the sweet warm touch of a hand, dragging me along to the dance floor. 

– AL

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