I love your brother’s story. Mine is not quite as funny, but it did get me out of dance classes!

I was five almost six and the second girl. My sister, a mere 13 months older than I, was the dancer, the dramatist, the singer – and still is wonderful at all! She was taking ballet lessons, so I had to take them too.

I HATED going to class. Mom bribed me with Little Tavern hamburgers after class. Well, at my recital, my beginner ballet class routine was the blooming flowers. We had green and purple satin-y body suits with some sequins in the front and the tutu to match.

As part of the routine, we started with our heads and bodies bowed down and through the routine we were to raise up – body, head, hands – until we were tall flowers (well, as tall as 5-6 yo can be (and for me that was pretty tall)). Anyway, I did not bloom. I did not raise my head. I resolutely looked at the floor the entire time.

I never had to go back! I hadn’t wanted to go to begin with – but mom did want be to feel left out. Umm? Mom? Leave me out, ‘kay?

I did outgrow most of my stage fright later on and was in school plays and the glee club (chorus, choir, whatever it is called these days) and such.

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You crack me up! So, is that what it means to be a “late bloomer?” Great story…you should blog it!

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tbozC9G4u7c

Now My stepsister was slender and given dance lessons but no sense of timing. I always had hips that said ballet was out as a career choice and loved dancing … long sad story of dead teenage dreams. lol I got over it and just decided to love all really good dancers.

OOOH! I love watching that man move! Teenage dreams I’m so sorry. You were probably built like a brick “outhouse” (my Daddy used a different term, but it meant very well built)—and yet, you pine about being a skinny dancer. We never want what we have, do we?

My parents forced me to take tap lessons as a child – I HATED EVERY SECOND OF IT! But I can still do a step or two.

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Cori, why is it that our parents made us take lessons we hated but wouldn’t let us take the ones we wanted? Or, would we have hated any lesson that we took? I envy you being able to tap dance…even if it’s just a little.

I’d like to see you twirl those knitting needles—from a distance! Yep, those older siblings sure did screw up some stuff for those of us who came later. I did have a brief bout with baton lessons, but after I hit another girl in the head when I tried to throw it up in the air and catch it…the instructor suggested I try something else. My mother agreed!