This weekend my parents and I went to see
The Nutcracker.
The Nutcracker.
It has been a tradition to go since I was a little girl, and I never get sick of it.
Even at age 21, I found myself giggling with the little girl next to me and sitting on the edge of my seat waiting for the Sugar Plum Fairy and Cavalier Pas de Deux.
I just love love love ballets.
They remind me of when I use to dance and when I could wear pink tights
and a black leotard without looking like a huge blob.
Ohh those were the days...
Ohh those were the days...
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