Like the Corner of My Mind
My mom found an old vhs tape of my old 1992 dance recital last week and we sat down as a family and watched my sister and me dance through our awkward preadolescence. The tape filled my mom with nostalgia. The tape filled my young niece with glee. The tape filled my sister with shame. The tape filled me to the brim with all three emotions because, seriously guys, I was 11 years old. I'd just starting to have my growth spurt, and I was not good. Like, embarrassingly not good. But I was so blissfully unaware of how not good I was and you could just see how much I loved dancing. I watched myself spazz out in front of an audience with my giant, BEAMING, brace-faced smile, and I'm just so glad that I'm not 11 years old anymore. Okay. But seriously folks, my perfectionist sister was mortified. " Why did you let us do that?" she asked my mom. "We were so bad! And we, like, worked so hard at it! Why weren't we better ??" My sister watches a lot o...