I wish I was a girl.....sometimes

It was cool autumn day as the fall leaves glistened in the sunlight and there I was a mere 48 inches tall all dressed up in my hoody sweatshirt and jeans. I was five years old when I first had a glimpse of the forbidden fruit that would plague me for all of eternity. My older sister, Colleen, a true Irish name was part of the world-reknown River Dance Company and was the center of attention at every fair and theater we traveled to. "I want to dance," I would say to my parents, "I want to dance." My heart yearned for the attention and rythem of fire beneath my feet, but I was a boy and this would turn out to be my downfall, my cross I would have to bare.