How did it all start? The same way it always did - my cousin, Lisa, made me do it. Since birth, we did everything together. And I mean everything. If Lisa's in a picture, I'm most likely there too. If Lisa wanted to do it, I had to do it too. Which would have been fine, if I was any good at half the things she got us into but, of course, I wasn't.
First, ballet and tap. And so . . . I became a pink carnation. Yes, it's true, one of my most embarrassing moments. Flowers went left, Donna went right. At least it hid the God awful shag haircut I was sporting at the time. 
Oh, if only the embarrassment had stopped there . . .
On to cheerleading. Which God only knows how I made the team. But, of course, I did. And being the smallest, somehow that always landed me on top of the pyramids. Sounds pretty cool, huh? Yeah, it was, until I fell off the top onto the stage right in front of the ENTIRE football team.
You would think I would have learned early on I was athletically challenged. You would think,but nooooo. If only it had stopped there ughh, no, I fell in competition too. Loser here! Looking back now, I'd say I was building character. Either that or I was just plain stupid. But if Lisa went, I went. At least I always tried and never quit. And then, on to the next brilliant idea - hey, let's Irish dance . . . so here we go again . . .
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