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Every time I open the suitcase I am reminded 

this is why I dance.  

When I lay out each item remembering what they mean to me 

This is why I dance. 

When I see my mom’s handy work I am reminded 

This is why I dance.  

When I see grandpa’s craftsmanship I am reminded 

This is why I dance. 

When I dress and feel my mom still helping me I am reminded 

This is why I dance. 

When I am sweating like crazy while taking family photos I am reminded 

This is why I dance. 

When I hear the drums off in the distance as we make our way to the arena I am reminded

This is why I dance. 

When we claim our spot to sit and can really feel the drums I am reminded 

This is why I dance. 

When the flag passes us for flag song i am reminded 

This is why I dance. 

When we hear the call for the first intertribal and gather up the kids I am reminded 

This is why I dance. 

When I enter the arena I am reminded of the many times Grandpa led me in and then I am reminded. 

This is why I dance. 

Being in the circle feeling the drums and singing piercing my bones I am reminded 

This is why I dance. 

Feeling the presence of those who have gone before me that have gone to prepare the family campground for my arrival someday I am reminded 

This is why I dance. 

Even as our time at the dance will come to an end and we go to undress I am still reminded 

This is why I dance. 

As I close the the suitcases on another dance I am reminded. 

This is why I dance.