amy, ballet. 1979.

My flickr contact, mrwaterslide, has just posted a childhood picture of his friend Becky, from her ballet lessons. So it's inspired me to post this one of myself, which I'd had out already, intending to scan someday.

From age 5 to 6 I took ballet lessons, funnily enough, with a friend named "Becky". Well, I wanted nothing more in my life than to become a ballerina. But, at the end of the year, I was not signed up again. I was crushed. Why? My Mother told me that I only had to try piano lessons for a year. Then I could quit and go back to ballet. Well, I tried to quit, and then I persistently tried again.. I never practiced, and I resented the piano lessons for a long, long time. I wish my Mother had only told me that she couldn't afford the ballet lessons, which was really the heart of the matter. I could have understood, then.

 

I think things turned out well, though. I've made a comment on mrwaterslide's post regarding appearances, and I have to say that every dancer I know has a unique frame and shape, and too often the professionals end up with eating disorders from all the scrutiny.

 

So, I am glad I'm not a ballet dancer, after all. Mainly because I don't want to walk like one.. Did you ever see it? They walk like ducks! ;-)

 

And that's just me, being cheeky... I'll be the first to point out some very obvious flaws in myself, any day!

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