To some it may have seemed that I was one of those kids that was always falling. But I saw it differently — I thought of it as trying to fly. I was never happy moving my legs in a straight line or keeping my arms to my side. After enough times of getting gravel in my knees, I started to find other ways to grow my wings. I discovered that somewhere between falling and flying was dancing. Projectmill’s first-Saturday party, Dance_MF at Northside Tavern (4163 Hamilton Ave.), is a place where you and I can soar, and this month we can get up even higher by giving ourselves some added inches with a Marie Antoinette-style powdered wig. This is not a joke.