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.