I took my first tap class when I was six-years-old, the same year I was supposed to learn to read and spell.
I loved my Saturday morning classes in Miss Irene’s studio above a storefront in downtown Rutland, Vermont. When Miss Irene realized I was having trouble following her right foot / left foot directions, she put a red ribbon on my right tap shoe.
I am convinced that my 12 years of tap classes as a kid and the tap classes I take today help me with my dyslexia. My feet learn what to do and which foot does what. While the beat goes on my brain easily identifies right and left as I learn dance steps and routines.
Reversing letters and numbers? Still a problem. I need to be very sure that if I have an appointment at 253 Broadway I don’t write down 235 or 352.
Reading? I still read word by word, hearing every word in my head.
But I know my right from my left and I know how to tap dance.