I've always wanted to be a dancer. Not just any kind of dancer, but a ballerina. There's just something about a tutu, and the pink silky slippers, the black leotards and pink tights. I've never been a graceful girl, and I took a ballet class when I was three, for one day.
My mom took me home as soon as the class was over, and never brought me back. I wonder how my life would be different if she kept me there..... maybe I'm glad I'm not a dancer the more I think about it. The hours and hours of practice and practice and practice. Is it really worth it for one performance? I guess I'll never know.
I once thought I wanted to be a dancer.
ReplyDeleteBut then I quit and did something else, instead.
I've always been indecisive. Guess we'll both never really know what it'd be like to really be a ballerina.
(P.S. We could still secretly wear tutus, though.)