Curtains open. Lights come up. Music starts. Six little dancers, three and four years old, dressed as bumblebees, lined up across the front of the stage. Each doing her own version of the choreography: one waves to family members in the audience, another runs offstage early, and another ignores the choreography altogether, simply enjoying her time under the glowing stage lights, I suppose. Two short minutes later, the song fades out, the stage lights go down, and our teacher guides us off stage. Thus was the beginning and the end of my first ever performance. I was hooked instantly. I re-enrolled for more classes the next year and never looked back. If it were possible to travel back in time and read my pre-school mind, I do not know what