Every year I make a list of things I want to do. Most years, a few things get crossed off. If they don't, they stay on the list for the following year and usually get moved closer to the top. Some things eventually become forgotten, while others sit there year after year, quietly reminding me that I still haven't done them. This year, one of those things that had been sitting on my list for four years finally got crossed off: get back on pointe. I've danced since I was little
