Regardless of any skills we may or may not have, most of us think there is ONE GREAT TALENT hidden inside our souls.
Some of us think we could write a best selling novel.
Some of us think we could wow Simon Cowell with our rendition of "Somewhere Over the Rainbow".
Oh, that's easy - I was BORN TO DANCE.
(Okay, stop laughing at me you lot - it's MY vision!)
Yes - I know I'm in my 50's
Yes - I know I have problems with my joints and wake up so stiff that it takes me 30 minutes , 2 cups of coffee, and 2 painkillers before I can get out of bed.
We're not talking reality here - we're talking Dreams and Imagination. (Of which I have bucketloads!)
As a little girl I wanted to be ....................................
A Bluebell Girl
or a .................
or better yet,...........................
one of the Tiller Girls at the London Palladium!
When I was a child, Len was our local greengrocer. He made his deliveries by horse and cart.
Three times a week Len and a German lady who worked for him, would ride round our streets selling fruit and vegetables, most of which they grew themselves on a nearby small-holding.
They were such characters! Sadly, Len and his wife could have no children themselves - but they loved kids and made time to chat to us and give us toffee apples and the like.
Not hard to believe, but I was a real chatterbox. Len always asked me what I'd been up to and never tired of my endless tales of what I'd done.
Everytime I finished my nattering he would say,
"What a long tail our cat's got!"
(I always laughed loudly, even though I didn't understand it. Then again, neither did the German lady who was with him!)
One day, I was aged about 4, the conversation went something like this.............
Len: Now then, young Susie. What have you been up to?
Me: Mummy has been teaching me to skip with my skipping rope.
Len: Did yer Mum do it first to show you how?
Me: Yes, Uncle Len. She did.
Len: I thought so. I see the council are laying new pavements!
We all laughed. (Mum could never be described as 'skinny')
Len: Skipping, eh? That'll make you fit.
Me: I hope so. When I grow up I'm going to be a dancer on Sunday Night at the London Palladium.
Len: Are you really? You need really long legs for that.
Me: I have look here!
I lifted my dress and bent over
Me: See! They go right from my shoes - straight up to my bum!
As if the memory of the embarrassment wasn't enough, years later the German lady became my Mother-in-Law!