Posted on January 19, 2019
I was going to be a prima ballerina. At least in my mind I was. I danced all the time. I danced in my dreams. I walked on my toes. When my dad played his guitar I donned a leotard and tutu and danced…
Category: Family, Personal ReflectionsTags: dance, parenting, sports
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