Dancing With The Scars
HELLO SABERS!!! With those two little words, my daughter’s life changed forever. Of course, when you are 13 years old, your life changes forever every 7.4 minutes. But when my daughter got the news that she had been promoted to a new dance team this year, it left quite a mark. I have never seen her so happy. Or perhaps even more important, I have never seen her so proud. To understand the present, we must first understand the past. Since we moved to this area about five years ago, my daughter has been dancing in the same studio. For the first three years, she was pretty much with the same troop of a dozen dancers. But there were a pair of girls that joined my daughter to make an inseparable trio. They danced together. They hung out together. They carpooled together. They danced together -- to the tune of about 12 hours per week. School, who needs school? Well during those first three years, there was a bond that nothing could break. Until year four. That was the year that my...