Once, I think it was when I was in kindergarten, I had the opportunity to be a tight-rope walker. Yes, I did. At first I was extremely disappointed that I had not been selected to be one of the elephants. (Little did I know then, that it was probably not a good wish to be an elephant. Oh baby, look at me now.)
Anyway, after I got into the act itself, I did become a tight-rope walker. What was really cool about it is that I got to wear my bathing suit. But even better than that, my big sister stitched sequins on the bathing suit, so that I would glitter, just like real tight-rope walkers. How exciting is that?!?!?!?!?!? (Bowing, thanking my big sister.)
And then, Circus Night came. I really don't remember where I was in the line up, doesn't really matter. When my turn came, I stepped out there onto the rope (which was laying in a straight line on the floor ~ really you didn't really think I was going to step out onto a rope in the air, did you? I was only 5 years old, for crying out loud.) But there I was, toes pointed ror each step I took down the rope. The lights were on me. B-a-l-a-n-c-e. Balance....Arms out to the side. Step by step I made my way down to the end of the rope. My concentration could not be broken. Even with the eyes of the world upon me, my performance was, well it was what life was all about,,,,at that moment. Yes! I had made it, successfully, not only to the end of the rope, but I had successfully entertained a crowd of 3,000...okay, maybe 100 parents, and some teachers. Oh but I was good. And my costume was the best. Yeah.
Sometimes I wonder if these are the same feelings shared by the American Idol contestants.
See how to be a tight rope walker.
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