Dance little Sister .....

Aw.

Dancing box.

This clearance of the attic has entertaining me no end; this little box made my eyes fill with tears and I just sat and snuggled against it for ages.

Tooli loved dancing, so long as she was centre stage and everyone was looking at her. As she grew taller than others in the class and she moved to the back row; she searched for somewhere else to make an impact. Drama was the obvious choice.

For a child as quiet as she was; she insisted and insisted that she should be recruited for a drama club for kids who were far older than her. And recurred she was, and then began the weekly drama classes and rehearsals and singing. All performed along to the background of Boy screaming 'shut up'

Now, volleyball, cheerleading and generally behaving like her mum in Edinburgh allows her that centre stage that she craves; but I do miss the tutu and satin shoes