I’ve actually had to think about this one a little bit. My first thought was, “performances? What performances? I don’t do anything.” But now that I think about it, there’ve been several.
One of those performances was one that I was in, our church Easter extravaganza (“play” just doesn’t seem to fit) somewhere around 7th or 8th grade. I was a ministering angel and I actually danced. Yeah, me, I danced, how strange is that? We had these little sticks (basically) with ribbons attached to them by a piece of wire and a thumb tac. We moved these around in various patterns. Right before performance the other girls and I were in our “dressing room” swinging them around and the tac flew out of mine. We couldn’t find it anywhere, it was absolutely no where to be found. So another girl and I went down the hall in search of another one. Finding one, we returned to the room and immediately when I set foot in, there was a sharp pain in my foot. Yes, my foot had found the tac and the tac had killed my little ballet slipper and was now chewing on my foot. It hurt like you-know-what. Somehow, I still managed to go on that night.
The two years I did that performance were wonderful. It’s something that I just can’t see myself doing now (I pretend to be shy) and that I am almost kind of surprised I did then. Ahhh, the costumes, the music, the glitter, the dancing in a Baptist church… good times, good times.