nostalgia

Ballet was a huge part of my childhood. I’ve always loved dancing and there was nothing more special to me back then than my pink exam shoes and slip, nothing gazed at more than the black and white book on ballet that we owned. I remember walking around the house barefoot, practicing being en pointe, and dreaming of being able to pirouette and do the splits like the Russian ballerinas.

So when it’s ballet season at the House, I walk a little taller, dream a little more and remember…

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