Some people invite you to their piano recital, or perhaps they play the french horn and ask you to come watch them in the orchestra. Not my sister. She invited me to a different kind of recital...that's right, a trapeze recital. Absent from the proceedings were the bearded woman and Dan, but my mom and I went and enjoyed watching Amy fly through the air with the greatest of ease.
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