When I was around 8 my parents somehow came to the conclusion that I needed an outlet for my energy. Something that would teach me to follow group directions, work on my hand/eye coordination, and another way to socialize.
Did they choose gymnastics? Nope.
Ballet? Wrong again.
This girl was a Cadette. Oh yes my friends, a Cadette. And while, yes, I did learn to step-ball-change like a champ, there are still some plaguing questions I have when I look back on those days.
1. Was that really the best hat design they could come up with? Really?? And in case you are wondering it did NOT clip to our hair, it has a strap that went under our chins, much like a birthday hat.
2. Why couldn't we have the front of the skirt as well?
3. The shoulders. What are those things?
4. Why did our tights have to be four shades darker than our natural skin tone? As an adult I now know that they DO come in different shades.
5. Why the plunging sequin V?
1. Was it really that hard for us to move in unison? Every single girl in the above picture is on a different step.
2. People actually came to our parades? Unless they had a Cadette in the troupe I have a hard time understanding this.
3. Why did our instructors (far side of the picture) wear white stirrup pants? That seems like another bad choice.
4. How were we supposed to twirl the baton if the flag took up more than half of it?
1. For our first recital -- pajamas? Really? I mean, don't get me wrong, I loved my Beauty and the Beast PJ's, but really?
2. Did we even practice? What is going on up there on the stage?
It was mayhem I tell ya! Mayhem!