5.11

I remember getting this as a consolation prize at one of my dance competitions. Not that I needed a free gift; we won Platinum for all of our performances. I think I was in two of them. Both were on pointe. Honestly, I didn’t think we did that well. Okay, I didn’t think I did that well. But I’m very picky about my performances. My writing, too, but that’s completely different.

I think we received a trophy as a group, but individually we just got pins. Not much to show off, but our placement in the competition was more for my ego. We did all have matching sweaters and sweat pants, and only the competition girls were allowed to own them. Which worked, because it consisted of the same group of girls for quite a few years.

I really don’t know why I’ve held onto this for so long. It’s a frisbee, but it’s a very useless frisbee. I can’t imagine that foam flies very well. But I’d hate to get rid of this. It is a memory, but perhaps a bad one. It just reminds me that I will never dance again.