{"version":"1.0","provider_name":"Amber Bird | Blog","provider_url":"https:\/\/www.amberbird.com\/blog","author_name":"amber","author_url":"https:\/\/www.amberbird.com\/blog\/author\/admin\/","title":"Dancing Queen - Amber Bird | Blog","type":"rich","width":600,"height":338,"html":"<blockquote class=\"wp-embedded-content\" data-secret=\"nT7wSiw1eI\"><a href=\"https:\/\/www.amberbird.com\/blog\/2012\/09\/22\/dancing-queen\/\">Dancing Queen<\/a><\/blockquote><iframe sandbox=\"allow-scripts\" security=\"restricted\" src=\"https:\/\/www.amberbird.com\/blog\/2012\/09\/22\/dancing-queen\/embed\/#?secret=nT7wSiw1eI\" width=\"600\" height=\"338\" title=\"&#8220;Dancing Queen&#8221; &#8212; Amber Bird | Blog\" data-secret=\"nT7wSiw1eI\" frameborder=\"0\" marginwidth=\"0\" marginheight=\"0\" scrolling=\"no\" class=\"wp-embedded-content\"><\/iframe><script>\n\/*! This file is auto-generated *\/\n!function(d,l){\"use strict\";l.querySelector&&d.addEventListener&&\"undefined\"!=typeof URL&&(d.wp=d.wp||{},d.wp.receiveEmbedMessage||(d.wp.receiveEmbedMessage=function(e){var t=e.data;if((t||t.secret||t.message||t.value)&&!\/[^a-zA-Z0-9]\/.test(t.secret)){for(var s,r,n,a=l.querySelectorAll('iframe[data-secret=\"'+t.secret+'\"]'),o=l.querySelectorAll('blockquote[data-secret=\"'+t.secret+'\"]'),c=new RegExp(\"^https?:$\",\"i\"),i=0;i<o.length;i++)o[i].style.display=\"none\";for(i=0;i<a.length;i++)s=a[i],e.source===s.contentWindow&&(s.removeAttribute(\"style\"),\"height\"===t.message?(1e3<(r=parseInt(t.value,10))?r=1e3:~~r<200&&(r=200),s.height=r):\"link\"===t.message&&(r=new URL(s.getAttribute(\"src\")),n=new URL(t.value),c.test(n.protocol))&&n.host===r.host&&l.activeElement===s&&(d.top.location.href=t.value))}},d.addEventListener(\"message\",d.wp.receiveEmbedMessage,!1),l.addEventListener(\"DOMContentLoaded\",function(){for(var e,t,s=l.querySelectorAll(\"iframe.wp-embedded-content\"),r=0;r<s.length;r++)(t=(e=s[r]).getAttribute(\"data-secret\"))||(t=Math.random().toString(36).substring(2,12),e.src+=\"#?secret=\"+t,e.setAttribute(\"data-secret\",t)),e.contentWindow.postMessage({message:\"ready\",secret:t},\"*\")},!1)))}(window,document);\n\/\/# sourceURL=https:\/\/www.amberbird.com\/blog\/wp-includes\/js\/wp-embed.min.js\n<\/script>\n","description":"I was a dancing queen. For a while there, I never missed the chance to dance all night. And, by all night, I mean I&#8217;d show up around 9pm and dance until they kicked me out at 4am. I wasn&#8217;t there to socialise or flirt or drink. Water and the occasional &#8220;hello&#8221; were the only things likely to pass my lips. I danced. And I didn&#8217;t just sway. I didn&#8217;t just shuffle. I moved. I dove into the dance. A good night was one that ended the next morning, drenched in sweat. Muscles worn. Scars on my feet and ankles that didn&#8217;t go away entirely until I&#8217;d been away from the dance floor for almost a year. &nbsp; I was raised on dancing. That&#8217;s what we do in my family. From the time we&#8217;re wee and barely able to stand on our own, we dance. When one sibling didn&#8217;t plan for dancing at their wedding, we pulled a car up close enough to give us music and we all danced anyway. I always say that music has to move me or make me want to move or I just can&#8217;t give it a chance. The other night, I didn&#8217;t even [&hellip;]","thumbnail_url":"http:\/\/www.amberbird.com\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2012\/09\/1.jpg"}