True Story, Ballet Blues
Ballet Blues
The ballet class had just finished, and thank God. My toes were all bloody open festering blisters. Outside the hot sun was shining and there was a huge gorgeous tree just over the grass about 50 meters. I gingerly took off my pointe shoes to feel the cool grass under my weary feet, not realizing that ½ hour before, the camp gardener had done his job by spreading dandelion poison and fertilizer all over the grounds.
As I began to run through the grass my toes immediately lit on fire and sent intense pain shooting through my entire body. There was no escape …of course I had no idea why, but I did know where the camp nurse was and made a detour across the grass in lighting speed to the first aid hut.
“My feet are on fire” I screamed when I tumbled into the hut. From the look on my face the nurse knew that my feet were truly on fire!!!
Author: everythingshiny.com
