Whan I was young, I wanted to be a ballerina. In fifth grade, I was first on my toes in the ballet class--then the ballet teacher moved away and our small Southern town could no longer sustain the salary for a new one. I don't honestly think I would've made a good ballerina, but the dream still captures me at times and takes me to bright stages, fluttering arms, and graceful leaps, the audience gasping.
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