Thursday, March 21, 2013
Yesterday I took a walk down memory lane when we visiting the local dance shop. The owner didn't recognize me until I jogged her memory. Then again she probably hasn't seen me in 10 years. I started going there before I got married, so it was about 30 years ago. It's really something that a small business in a small town can hang in there in this economy. But I also felt bad that I never made a name for myself there. One of my students went on to open a world dance studio. One of my ballet teachers went back to college and became a psychologist and moved back east. Seems everyone has done something with their lives except me.