I actually took dance lessons for five years as a very young child. Every week after a healthy dinner of McNuggets at the local McDonald's, my mom would drive my sister and me to a huge pink house- Miss Beverly's Dance Studio. Miss Beverly is pretty much a legend in these parts. She taught my mom and my aunt when they were young girls, then me and my sister, and she still has a dance studio! I never had real aspirations of dancing- I honestly just wanted the cool five year trophy I would get at the annual recital.
|Tank and Skirt- Old Navy Wedges- Payless|
It's funny though- I remember almost all of the costumes and the songs- one year we did the songs of Mary Poppins, and I remember being super jealous that my sister's class got to perform to the Bangles' hit "Walk Like an Egyptian" (such an awesome song!). I remember begging to do a solo to "Uptown Girl", but my mom insisted I do a trio dance to "Stop in the Name of Love". She pacified me by assuring me that I was the star, a mini Diana Ross. We still argue over who was the most important to this day!
I really wanted to be a gymnast, and I swear I'm not bringing this up because of my obsession with the Olympics. My mom was a state champion when she was in high school, and I can still remember all the cool tricks she could do on our backyard trampoline. It was awesome, and I wanted to be able to do it too. So she agreed to train me before spending the money on professional lessons. Night after night we practiced skills- handstands, back bends, splits, stretches, cartwheels and so forth, but I was a lost cause. Not only am I really inflexible, but I am also terrified of flipping, cartwheeling and standing on my head. It wasn't going to happen.
Now all I can do is dream about dancing and ooh and aah over gymnastics on TV. And spin in circles till I'm dizzy in my swirly skirt!