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This is for the SHCG Week #31 WC which was to create a "Memory Lane" lo about something in our childhood that gave us joy, complete with journaling. The journaling spans two pages and can be detached from the photo corners.

It reads: When I was about seven years old, my mom entered me in ballet and tap classes at the Trixie Jarrett School of Dance--a small, pink studio just off of Miles Avenue in Indio, California. I got such a thrill in choosing my first pair of ballet slippers, blue leotard, pink tights, and a sturdy bag to carry them in with a separate compartment for the shoes. Yet, I remember being shy to make friends and change in front of them.
I don't remember Trixie herself, a stern older woman, teaching my classes. Instead, I had two students of hers, young women, graceful and attractive. I aspired to have the most elegant hands, the deepest grand plies, and the widest turnout. I'd even reach eleves on the very tips of my toes without pointe shoes. I didn't take to tap as well, though. I felt clumsy, awkward, and uncoordinated. At a performance for one senior center, I actually had to keep myself from slipping during the whole routhine.
We also performed at the annual Indio Date Festival on an outdoor stage for a large audience. Even though I felt stupid in the way my mom arranged my costume accessories, I wanted to keep dancing, especially after my teachers danced a very modern, fun, and cool routine to Rick James's "Superfreak" (!), a notable departure from our classically trained ones.
I became consumed by dance movies like "Fame" and dance novels. I dreamt of becoming a prima ballerina. Howvever, my mom didn't encourage a dance career and my time at school came to an end. For this reason, I never understood why she enrolled me in the first place.
I didn't take up dance again until I was in high school, for three years, when my future again became an issue and I finally gave it up for good. Still, I will always remain a dancer at heart.

Thank yous to Nitza for the photo corners and chipboard ribbon tag, and to K for the sparkly coral star button.

Please note the scan and stitch job is a little off.


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