Did I ever tell you that I used to be a ballerina?

Up until eighth grade, officially. Which I find odd, because thinking back to eighth grade, I feel like I am thinking back to childhood.

And ballethood seems like just a few hours ago.

I miss ballet. I can't pretend like I miss some of the classmates throughout the entire experience. But I miss ballet.

I miss a lot of significants right now. Namely my post-consumption of rotten orange juice esophagus. And my post-lifting 6 tons at work state. 

Among other things.

But I'll spare you the eye-pacing and brain storage, for now.


ruthie.von said...

That's so cool :) why did you quit?

Shannon said...

you should take a class.

jandbfjohnson said...

Loved the orange juice experience. Glad it wasn't me!