Despite being a dancer, I tend to walk on my heels. I must be heavy on my feet, because that was my downfall in ballet classes. I became known as the Elephant, along with being called a tornado (this had to do with my directional abilities when we did chaines, or fast turns - the teacher usually ducked for cover). In one class, my teacher made us all run around toe-first. We had to be extremely exaggerated, and I think we must have looked ridiculous. Oh, the joys of those little exercises for improvement. I still walk on my heels.
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