When I was little — I think maybe my kindergarten year — I had a brief career as a baton twirler. And about that same time, I remember I also had a couple of blue and white pom poms I used to play “cheerleader” with.
Those days are long gone—give me a baton and I’d probably put out an eye. And if I threw it up in the air in hopes of catching it? I can a…
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