I studied ballet for about six years when I was young. I loved it. I had a friend, Molly, who was older than me who took me under her wing and encouraged me. My level had to wear leotards and standard tu-tus. Her level wore beautiful sheer mid-calf angled skirts. I thought those rayon skirts were so graceful and looked forward to when I earned wearing them too.
The ballet slippers were supple in my hands with a specific sweet tangy scent of the pink leather. There was a promise of beauty in those slippers – of grace and an orchestrated story waiting to unfold.
There are photos of young me front and center in performances, and like any young ballerina, I dreamed of being Clara in The Nutcracker.
My mom and I moved to a different city, different state, mid-way through middle school. If I wanted to continue my lessons I had to ride my bicycle across two major streets into the neighboring city. This didn’t last long and thus my dancing days were over.
When I was 19 I tried taking lessons. I put on a leotard and felt awkward and clunky. After a few classes, I folded up the leotard and put it away.
Sometimes dreams don’t happen and if you revisit them the dream has changed enough to where it doesn’t exist anymore.
Tomboy regrets? Either way I can’t see you being described as awkward and clunky if you can ride fast and smooth on a two-stroke twin.
I like that. I can see how commanding a two-stroke takes a certain amount of grace.
I’ve always been a tomboy, but have learned how to find a decent balance over the years. As much as I enjoyed ballet, it wasn’t something I wanted for the long term. It’s too regimented, too precise, and too stiff. I would have liked something more free and loose. I played soccer for many years too. That was awesome.
Guess I’ve always been drawn towards the more rough and tumble. 🙂
I like being balanced as well. I find that when I lose my balance I fall over.
We webble and we wobble….