My
ballet career ended abruptly after a performance as Tinker Bell in Peter Pan.
Remember
when Tinker Bell is dying and the audience has to clap to bring her back to
life? Instead of gracefully floating down facing the audience, I flopped down
with my butt toward the crowd.
I must have been about six.
I can still hear the
barely stifled snickers, probably from siblings forced to attend.
While
there were many positive events in my childhood, the memories of them tend to
be less elaborate and persistent than the Peter Pan incident, as it became
known in my family.
There were recitals in which I did not blunder. Why don't I
remember them?
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