“I wanted to be a dancer,” said Crisp, my aged companion, after we’d listened to the guide’s talk about the life of the jilted dancer.
“I thought I was all grace and poise,” she continued, “I’d flit about the house twirling and pirouetting, it used to drive my parents crazy.”
To look at Crisp, being a dancer was not something that came to mind. If she’d once been a potential dancer, time had allowed her to grow out of it.
“My father took me aside one day and told me I wouldn’t ever be a dancer because I had two left feet. I was devastated at the time, but my father saw my reaction and told me to smarten up and stay the course and use my talents as an accountant. I’m not sure I’ve forgiven him for that. I hated accountancy.
I suggested we move on and join the others for tea.
Written for: https://crispinakemp.com/2020/09/23/crimsons-creative-challenge-98/
Poor old Crisp. To be an accountant when she wanted to dance. Erk!
I never wanted to be a dancer, at least not as a conscious want. And yet, despite my squatness (like a giant had pressed own on my head,) I was. I even danced on TV… It was what then was called country dancing and now I recognise as the dances you might see in a Jane Austin adaptation. Plus Highland Fling and Scottish Reels. And when I reached my late teens and into my twenties I was the Dancing Queen and continued to be so until past my 50th birthday. And dance is still my preferred exercise. All while being anything but the accepted shape.
Dance is great exercise I wish I’d done more. What an interesting life you’ve lead.
You don’t know have of it, Michael. Yea, told in mini instalments it sounds exciting. But in between the exciting bits was a whole lot of boring
Ah, parental advice can cut deeply into young hearts. Great story Michael
Poor Crisp. I wish I could dance (any sort of dance would do). As a kid, I wanted to be a cowboy, but my parents wouldn’t buy me a horse. All we had was 2,000 chooks — and they were a bit hard to ride — on top of that, it turned out I was allergic to them.