Bella Ballerina - Fro Me to You

Before I share with you the story of the picture below, I must tell you that one of my very favorite blogs is We Are that Family. Kristen, is a marvelous writer, who is honest, and as my Texas friends would say "So Cotton-Pickin' Funny." Not only that, she's a blogger who truly cares and inspires to make a difference in the lives of her readers. She's brightened many of my days with her witty and heartwarming posts. That said, let me now introduce you to "From Me to You." It is Kristen's weekly blog carnival where memories are posted in photographs. It can be memories old or new.
Well, here I am at five-years of age poised pretty for my first and only dance recital. If you know me, you know that a knack for rhythm did not get imposed into my DNA. After a year of tapping and about two classes of baton twirling, I hung up my tutu because my classes interfered with watching Mork and Mindy. Yes, tis true, and yes, I have felt shame about my decision throughout the years, but I've finally forgiven myself...I was five after all and truth is, I could have taken dance classes until I was 18 and I'd still stumble over the Electric Slide at weddings.

I do, however, fondly remember my dance teacher, Miss Trudy and her two lovely daughters. Our recital was a Wizard of Oz theme. My mom likes to tell the story that at the recital, although I was not very coordinated, I was the only child who remembered each and every motion. Rule following, it's been my way of life for years.