We didn’t have any money when I was growing up. My mom started to become ill when I was about six and later passed when I was thirteen. My dad was a hard worker but all he ever knew was being a milkman—a profession that become obsolete with supermarkets and convenience stores. There was little money for food let alone lessons of any kind.
Even though I couldn’t take lessons, this didn’t stop my obsession with ballet and dance. I would read books, look at pictures, and dream of gracefully leaping across the stage.
One year, I might have been about ten, I saw that The Nutcracker would be airing on television Christmas night. I wanted to watch this more than anything, so instead of going to my aunt’s house with the rest of the family, I pretended I was sick. Once everyone had left, I ran to my room, put on my little nightgown, pushed back the living room furniture, and waited with excited anticipation.
That magical night I was Clara to an audience of sofas and chairs as I danced around the living room with my rag doll as my nutcracker.
Princess Sassy Pants & Co.™ 
What a wonderful story… thanks for sharing!
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I always love your inspirational posts. I can relate for when my mom passed at age 44 when I just turned 16 and at 18 was on my own to pay for everything which was hard and a struggle. The hardest part was not having any emotional support. You are such a strong woman and I love ballet and little Maltese dogs. Thank you for your beautiful illustrations, motivating sayings and just being you. Learning more about you makes me appreciate all your posts even more. We all love you. Happy holidays!
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I never heard that story. So sweet. Now you can pretend in the caboose!! Lol
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Such a sweet story ❤️
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You were shining brightly 💖💖 And I’m sure your mom was watching 💖💖
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Thank you for that beautiful story and image it created. HUGE smiles of a little girls dream come true.
LOVE the artwork and your generosity. TLW
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Thank you for sharing your wonderful story.
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What a wonderful story and delightful image of you dancing.
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Dance as though the world is your stage.
Love your dance now.
Hugs to all who danced, whether in a class, in their mind, or wherever.
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You’re dancing through people’s lives instead wafting magic and sprinkling stars on everything you touch as you go xx
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So Sweet! ❤
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Reading this post I can relate as I grew in a very poor family. After my parents divorced when I was 4 yrs old, my mother relied on government housing and funding to keep a family together. My father worked at an auto plant and paid nothing to my mother for us. He lived a great life while we lived in poverty! There was no money for 🎶 music or dance 💃 so basically I dreamed as you did. I am thinking of you and can relate to this story on so so many levels. A painful 😥 memory but it is what it was. Thank you for sharing.
Wondering if you read your posts …
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What a wonderful story! I grew in a poor family. My parents divorced when I was 4 yrs old. My mother had to rely on government housing and money to keep a family unit as my father basically washed his hands of my bro and I. Lots of life scars as a result. I loved ballet and music but there was no money 💰 for lessons or community based free programs. So when I read this post my hearts melts as well as hurts 😔 as I can relate on so many levels ❤️ Thinking of you
Do you read these posts ?
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Thatnk you for the love and inspiration you give us every day ❤
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Thank you for sharing more of your stories
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You have brought smiles and love with your illustrations!
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❤️❤️❤️
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