Now that I think about it, I'm pretty sure Mama Ginger was a drag queen. Her skirt, this massively clunky tent constructed from flexible PVC pipe, got in everyone's way backstage until the dance was done and it could once more be hoisted up into the rafters until the finale. We shuffled our way onstage, hidden under the skirt, and prayed that no one got stuck or stomped on by her platforms. The whole point of the gingersnaps was to showcase a bunch of kids doing cartwheels and running around being brats — which is why, as a cartwheel-and-handstand-impaired human, I was a shit gingersnap. Not knowing what to do with me, the choreographer made me the brown-noser kid, so I spent my time on stage "tattling" on my 10 other siblings.
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