As a child, I danced. Ballet, tap, anything as long as I could dance. A constantly moving sticky ball of tulle and ribbon, I danced my life away.
Then, at 16 I met a boy; with a motorbike. It was love at first sight, followed by a long summer of firsts, heavenly moments and promises.
Late summer, Boy, bike and I met a drunk driver; head on. Drunk driver bounced, the boy died and my smallest injury was the loss of my right leg, way above the knee. No more ballet.
Years passed and I learned to use my brain instead of my legs. I gained a couple of science degrees, a masters, a career, a husband and two children.
Mostly good things.
