In lieu of a post today, please accept my offering of a humorous picture, complete with detailed description
This is a picture of my dance troupe circa 1993. I am in the middle, and my sisters are on either end in the lower row. They are not smiling. I am not smiling. I can’t remember what exactly was going on that day, but I do remember my sisters and I both hated ballet, like we would cry and cry when we were going there and refuse to put on our tights, etc.
The only thing I liked were the outfits, and I wore this particular red number for roughly a month after our recital, which was completely FUBAR. The pressure that age is really overwhelming and you should have seen how many cheetos some of the girls were cramming down backstage, just trying to cope with the stress. It wasn’t pretty.
So you can’t blame us for not being able to smile and pretend that everything’s all right when behind the tutus and the glitter, there are four-year-old minds that would rather be watching Barney.
Somehow I could not help but to understand your feeling in this picture. Just like you, I used to hate going to ballet (since my older sister was doing it)…Thankfully, I was not able to wear that kind of costume. I managed to escape practices! hehehe…Childhood memories are the best!
You gotta love it!
What a fun picture! I did tap dance when I was little. My favorite outfit was a green number. Must see if I can find pictures…
If you can, I assure you they will be priceless.
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Thanks Julia—I really appreciate it!
I LOVE THIS. AND I feel like there are similar pictures of me and my sis at the ‘rents’ house (because there totally are).
You must find them!
Barney? U got to be kidding me?
If only I were.
That is sad……
Just wait till you hear where they are today.
A picture is worth a thousand words!! That is some dance troupe! 😀
That’s a pretty grumpy dance troupe… priceless photo. You seem pretty resolute.
As in, “I will not stand for this.” And I didn’t.
Be proud, be very proud! I still haven’t forgiven my best friend for being given the part of The Ugly Duckling when I only got to be an extremely bad tempered brown hen! Life is cruel 😦
and the Ferocious Five, as they were known, plotted their revenge for being denied their totally reasonable request to do jazz hands for the photo op.
Soon, the world in flames, they laughed and set down to feast upon their shapes macaroni and cheese.
How cute! Old pictures are a blast!
Nothing like a good trip down memory lane.
So much deep seeded anger in the photo. They must have been withholding cheetos that day, as evidenced by the lack of orange tipped gloves.