Bring 5’8″ and 70 lbs 8 at years old does not buy grace!

All my cousins were dancers. The best dancers in the school, so expectations were high for me. I already was “dance challenged”. Year two, I grew to a hight more comparable to a giraffe then a swan….and I ain’t kidding.

Neck sticking out, teeth sticking out. A miserable Dorothy Hamil cut! Always in the back, behind the curtain. Let’s not mention my mother’s inability to pick me up on time. Often leaving me uncomfortably in the dressing room, staring at my feet. My dance teacher upstairs is chowing down super, while I watch the pink paint chip off the wall.

I really think this book was written about me!