*sigh* Once a dance kid, ALWAYS a dance kid. Why do I say that? Because I was a dance kid from From age 4 through 12—1952 to 1960! (to save you the math—I’m 65!) True, a lot of products weren’t available (Gel toe protectors? We used lamb’s wool!) and sequins never appeared on my recital tutus. It stays with you forever. But even today people comment how graceful my hands are… I still toe-out when I walk… without trying I can still hear “five, six, seven, EIGHT! RELEVE’”.. practicing moves at odd times, in odd places; recognizing Swan Lake on sight … tinkly piano runs… and dreaming how dance FEELS…they NEVER go away. Never.