Confessions of a Never-Danced Mom

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When I was about 7, my mom drove my little sister and me to our first dance class. I sort of vaguely remember wearing a leotard and some tights, but I acutely remember NOT wearing a tutu. (Maybe I was a little bitter about that.) In that dance class, I learned the following things: #1- How to point and flex my foot while happily shouting "Pencil point! . . .

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