Only 15 (I know). My best friend, Max Isaacson, turned 15 years old yesterday, and I say its about time. Max is not only an incredible dancer but if you saw him dance today you would no idea he was just recovering from a broken back. His emotional strength is so inspriring and he has been such a good friend to me in this hard time of life. He’s going to Kirov again this summer and I know he’s just gonna make everyone pick they’re jaws up off of the floor after they see him whip out those 5 pirouettes after an alaseconde (sp?) turn combination and go “Who the heck are you and where did you come from?!”
Love u Maxi Poo and Happy Late Birthday Blog Post! ZWAAAAA!!!!!