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and all that jazz
For the :10 Things: group
#5: My dance pants:
I used to be a dancer. I danced ballet, jazz, tap, whatever, for over 20 years of my life. Dance was my life. My life changed, and I don't dance anymore. But I still point my toes all the time, and can still kick my leg high and make jazz hands. And I love these pants. They were my first "cool" jazz pants, given to me by my mentor, Pam. They were "street", a concept foreign to a white girl from Alabama, and I wore them every day. Now they are faded, and worn, and have shrunk about 4 inches, and are not very "street". I still love them, but only wear them as pj pants. But even when the seams wear out, and they fall apart, I will remember this side of me, the dancer, that is outwardly still; inside I am pirouetting and grande jeteing and pointing my toes.
and all that jazz
For the :10 Things: group
#5: My dance pants:
I used to be a dancer. I danced ballet, jazz, tap, whatever, for over 20 years of my life. Dance was my life. My life changed, and I don't dance anymore. But I still point my toes all the time, and can still kick my leg high and make jazz hands. And I love these pants. They were my first "cool" jazz pants, given to me by my mentor, Pam. They were "street", a concept foreign to a white girl from Alabama, and I wore them every day. Now they are faded, and worn, and have shrunk about 4 inches, and are not very "street". I still love them, but only wear them as pj pants. But even when the seams wear out, and they fall apart, I will remember this side of me, the dancer, that is outwardly still; inside I am pirouetting and grande jeteing and pointing my toes.