That's me in the corner ...

My mother went through a relatively fleeting phase of enrolling us in ‘enrichment’ classes so my weeks were filled with ballet, tap dancing and gym classes. This was a long time ago. Now it would be accepted I clearly had dyspraxia. Then I just felt like the lost and awkward fish out of water. I did like the tutus and various tap dancing costumes my clever mother made though.


With Hear My Voice: Balancing.

Thanks for looking!