Actually I don't know if I'm solemn or pissed off. When I looked closer I see that my younger brother Peter was crawling around behind me, messing with my tutu.
I must be almost eight here. We had just moved into the amazing and magical Warner Court, where all five of us grew up. More on that later. It looks like my father snapped this photo when I sat down to rest in between records of ballet music. A good part of my childhood was spent twirling in the living room in a tutu. My favorites were "Sleeping Beauty", "Pictures at an Exhibition" and of course "The Nutcracker." This was probably around the time that I started taking ballet lessons which I did for 10 years.
I KNOW, RIGHT?!?!?!
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