I've always been really jealous of people who can dance. Or people that could make any kind of movement look graceful, for that matter. Even growing up, I was clumsy - to the point where I would find bruises on my legs and arms from where I'd bumped myself and not even noticed. My mom signed me up for ballet classes when I was six. I went for one class, cried, and quit the next.
It was a pretty short-lived career.
So now, I stick to watching people dance on television. It seems a lot safer.
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