Interstellar Adventures

July 7, 2006

Did you know?

Filed under: Blast from the Past — by InterstellarLass @ 10:03 am

I don’t think I’ve ever told you, but I used to be a dancer. And not that kind that collects dollar bills in the g-strings. Nope, I real, honest to goodness, classically trained ballet dancer. Would you have guessed?

I started taking lessons when I was five. My grandfather took me to see my first ballet. I’m not sure what it was, but I’m fairly certain it was either Swan Lake or Sleeping Beauty. I remember the dress that my grandparents bought me. It was cream colored, and the material was so soft. I had cream tights and shoes to go with it.

I watched the entire ballet, entranced by the dance and the music. At intermission I told my grandparents I want to learn how to do that.

In my first recital, I was a bear. We had little gold tutus with a brown fuzzy oval trimmed in gold sequins in the middle of our tummies. We had headbands with little fuzzy bear-ears. The whole dance school was doing a fairy-tale theme, with the oldest students doing a Hansel and Gretel excerpt. Out of all the little girls in my class, I was the only one who remembered the steps for our piece of the show. I guess everyone else got stage fright. But I was there, front and center, ready for the show. I guided the other girls through the dance moves, moved them around on the stage where they were supposed to go, and I was the only one who managed to exit the stage at the right time. I had to go back out for the rest of the girls.

Then, I got up to a bit of mischief. During the Hansel and Gretel performance, I snuck out on stage behind the scenery. I hid behind the witch’s oven, and when the witch peered into the oven, I yelled “Boo!”. I think I scared the poor girl that was dancing the part of the witch. Then I scurried off the stage.

I continued to take ballet through high school. My last two years of dancing, I added in jazz, tap and modern dance classes. I wasn’t the best…I was the tallest, I had the biggest feet, and I was the only one with hips and boobs.

I knew I had no career in dance. I had known it for a long time. But I continued with the lessons because I loved it. I love to dance. I hear music and my toes start to tap. Get me out on the dance floor and you probably won’t get to see me again until the DJ goes home.

How about you? Won’t you share a secret with me?

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14 Comments »

  1. secret secret secret…
    hmmm, back in the 80’s when this little drug store around the corner sold candy for a nickle, I would swipe 3 and pay for one…I was a horrid child

    Comment by Shannon — July 7, 2006 @ 12:00 pm |Reply

  2. I was a cheerleader and I totally rocked in 5th grade because I was the only one that could do flip flops and spell R-O-A-D-R-U-N-N-E-R-S. Big whoop. I can’t get my butt over my head for the life of me now. 😉

    I’m not sure which one of those facts is a secret though.

    Comment by Lisa — July 7, 2006 @ 1:47 pm |Reply

  3. hmmm, a secret? I do drive by pinches when we go to a club. Ya know, i walk behind a hotty mchotty and pinch and walk…he he

    Comment by KaraMia — July 7, 2006 @ 2:15 pm |Reply

  4. A secret? You mean one I haven’t shared already? Hmmmmm, I’m not that shy, I tell everyone EVERYTHING! 🙂 ahahahahahaha

    Let’s see…I want to share but I can’t think of anything. Um, I still talk to an ex boyfriend (from 18 years ago…YIKES!) online and on the phone. And even though it’s completely harmless, I don’t share that info with the hubby. Good enough? 🙂

    Comment by Twist of Kate — July 7, 2006 @ 2:53 pm |Reply

  5. I was that same kind of dancer growing up (but without the boobs). I loved it but knew I was no ballerina.

    I can’t think of a good secret rigt now. Hmmmm…how about I frequently sweep dirt under the rug instead of getting the dust pan. I know…boring.

    Comment by MommaK — July 7, 2006 @ 3:09 pm |Reply

  6. I don’t have any secrets that are very good anyway. Besides, what if someone found out???

    Comment by Jolynn — July 7, 2006 @ 4:05 pm |Reply

  7. You a dancer? I don’t think that’s too surprising, or that you were the only one who had your act together for that first recital!

    I lost my virginity in a ’69 Chevy pickup. That’s all I’m gonna say!

    Comment by abbynormal — July 7, 2006 @ 4:57 pm |Reply

  8. Wish I had a good secret to share; I guess I am boring!

    Comment by Jean-Luc Picard — July 8, 2006 @ 6:43 am |Reply

  9. Fun! I think dance is a great outlet. I took modern when I was in college, but I sucked at it! Bar dancing was more my thing. Now I dance to kiddie music every day!!

    Hmm. A secret? I’ve gotta think…

    Comment by Marie — July 8, 2006 @ 10:19 pm |Reply

  10. My old fat ass used to be an aerobics instructor!

    Comment by poopie — July 9, 2006 @ 5:52 pm |Reply

  11. I was in 5th grade when I took my first dance class. The problem was that all the other girls were 4 years younger than me. It was terribly awkward, and I’m pretty sure it’s because my mom was cheap.

    Comment by R. Robyn — July 10, 2006 @ 3:04 am |Reply

  12. My secret is… I wish I danced as a kiddie instead of going to the Brownies!!! Cleaning the Brown Owl’s house and making cups of tea- I know all good character buildng but not exactly FUN!

    My secret was slightly rectified when I took up tap dancing at the age of 27 along with my pal and some older ladies!… what a sight :>)

    sorry not a very juicy secret 😉

    Comment by The Wisdom of Wislon — July 10, 2006 @ 4:01 am |Reply

  13. I was an opera singer. A billion years ago in college. I sing in church now, but I will never have the career I imagined as the next Sarah Brightman.

    Comment by SurrenderDorothy — July 10, 2006 @ 12:00 pm |Reply

  14. That’s hilarious that you scared the witch. That’d be something I would do.

    I don’t have any secrets that are worth putting in writing. Sorry, I’m boring. Well, maybe I’ll think of one.

    Comment by Carnealian — July 10, 2006 @ 2:40 pm |Reply


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