Growing up, I was a ham. Stage fright set in somewhere around high school, but before that, believe it or not, I was a little entertainer.
I sang. I danced. I blew kisses at the camera. I performed encores without being asked. Actually, I just performed in general without being asked.
But I still had limits – or, at least, my parents did – which is why, even as an I-want-the-spotlight-on-me! child, you’d never see me like this:
(The performance starts at 50 seconds – I don’t know about you, but I can’t understand a word before or after.)
And for that, Mom and Dad, I thank you.
