As cliche as it is, growing up, I wanted nothing more than to be a ballerina. Up until about six years old, it was my little girl fantasy. One year, I was one for Halloween and wanted to wear the same costume years after, but my mom insisted it was too small. Funny given how flexible I am not.
How nice it is to be so young and full of dreams.
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