I do not own Dirty Dancing.
Prologue
That was the Summer of 1963, when everybody called me Baby, and it didn't occur to me to mind. That was before President Kennedy was shot, before the Beatles came, when I couldn't wait to join the Peace Corps, and I thought I'd never find a guy as great as my Dad. That was the Summer we went to Kellerman's.
That was the Summer that I met Johnny Castle, the love of my life. The man who reminded me of everything life was about. The man who would Father our children, who I would one day marry, and call my husband. But I didn't know any of that then.
I've always wondered, if I had known then, that I would fall in love with him, that he would teach me things I never could've dreamed, would I still have fallen in love with him? Would I still have gone to that party, or went to find him when I saw Penny in the kitchens, if I had known what would happen? Johnny likes to think so. So do I.
This is how it happened.
This is TheLovelyBallroomGeek. First story published, so bear with me, and try not to be too harsh. I would like to state again that I do not own Dirty Dancing, as much as I might wish that I did.
Enjoy!