I think it might have been my third grade ballet recital. It was also my first one, and I was very very nervous. Nervous may have even been understatement, as I could feel my knees shaking as I tried to sit in my seat. I knew my routine from start to finish as I had watched myself do it in the mirror for weeks following up to that day. But still I could feel the adrenaline rush from head to toe over and over again. My mom put red lipstick on me and I remember being so worried it was gonna get all over my face that I didn't even really talk to anyone. Then time came and I stood in line behind the curtain as the girl in front of me went out and did her routine. Then, it was my turn. I stepped out and started twirling, or whatever I was supposed to do. And then, I slipped and fell out of my routine. I stood stunned, I didn't know how to do it from the middle and I sure didn't know what to do in that situation. So I did what I thought was best at the age of 9. I went back to stage right and did it over again, I knew I could do it so I went back and tried again and that was that. The entire audience broke out in laughter, and to this day my parents still talk about it.I was just glad I did it. I look kinda sick and proud at the same time in the pictures from that recital.

And yes, the red lipstick got everywhere anyway.