
So when I was little, starting at age 3, I took dance lessons. I quit when I was in seventh grade. I always took from the same lady. I didn't grow up where we live now, but my dance teacher has also moved, and teaches in the same town we live in. So in August, I signed my then 2 1/2 year old daughter up for dance lessons. It brought back a flood of memories for me! I hadn't seen this dance teacher since I quit 18 years ago! She used the same little name tags and had the same t-shirts that she did when I was little. Ava has to wear the same little pink tights and black leotard that I wore (well, not the same one). It may be the cutest thing I have ever seen! And her little shoes! Ava loves dance, and she loves my teacher. Her first recital is next month.
(She's the little one in the picture with her friend and our neighbor Ella)
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