When I was little I wanted to be a ballerina but my mum couldn't afford dance lessons. I had a neighbour who went twice a week and I was so envious. I'd rush over to her house after she got back from her ballet lessons and she'd teach me what they did in dance class that day. I'd squeeze my feet into her tiny ballet pumps (she was almost two years younger than I was) - it was very sad.
It takes many dedicated years to train as ballerina. They are graceful and athletic in all their pink-tutued awesomeness. I am always in awe of them.
I'm like a wee lassie again when I go to see the ballet live. When those heavy red velvet curtains open and the dancers appear from the wings my eyes twinkle and I get all excited. It blows me away and I just love being so close that I can hear the tap-tap-tap of their pointe slippers on the wooden stage.
Whats the pointe?
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Give these dancers a chance...what will happen if our wee lassies don't get a chance to wear a tutu and pretty pink ballet slippers?
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