Too Late for Tutus or My Short Life as a Prima Ballerina

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My life as a prima ballerina was short. Age five, ballet class recital. Mother and dancer aunt in audience.  Rather than flitter about the stage in my too tight TuTu, I sat down on the stage and fellow dancers had to move around me or fall over me, which a few did.  End of career.  I planted a passion flower vine this spring and it has produced exactly one flower-pictured above-dressed in what I’d call a very pretty tutu.