Taking out some memories today of dance recitals. I don't talk about my family often here in my country blog but I thought this one was fitting. This is my youngest in one of her costumes where she danced with her class to I'm Little But I'm Loud, po' but I'm proud. Countryfied and I don't care who knows it. One day she came home from dance class and ask me if she was too young to stand with her hand on her hip. I said I guess not why do you ask? She said "D" one of the other class members had told her she was too young to stand with her hand on her hip. It turns out this family lives here in our town and at that time I never expected to be living here. "D's" little brother was just a babe in arms sucking on a pacifier and now I see his picture in the news paper where he is a real estate agent and owns a big ranch on the outside of town. The mother of the two children and I used to talk while the girls had their lessons. She told me her husband was an overseer of a large ranch and movie stars came down to buy cattle at times. Now when we go to Poth to buy cattle feed we pass that ranch. Just goes to show you just never know where you will end up or what you will end up doing.