You're too fancy for me

It was October but Margot was still wearing short, summer skirts. Margot was a beautiful chocolate color and was one of the prettiest girls you have ever seen. She had long beautiful black hair.

It was 1995 and I had just started dance, it caught on immidiatly. I fell inlove I felt like dance was speaking to me. I would dance all morning all night and all day. Dance was my life and It was all I wanted to do.

The memory I'm thinking of would taste like a sourpatch kid, sour at first but good at the same time. The memory takes place in 2nd grade, 7 years ago.