I still have my pointe shoes I play with every now and then. I had a love/hate relationship with dance class as a kid. I was pretty good at it, but I became burnt out and bored with the choreography after just a few weeks. So I would dance how I felt in class - which would waste everyone's time. I still love to dance. It happens mostly alone in the mornings when the coffee kicks in. One of my favorite stories belongs to my Dad. Apparently when I was 5 I had my first dance recital. I was in a black leotard, tap shoes, and sporting a top hat and a cane. It was a line of 20 five year old girls, and I on the end next to the stage curtains. According to my dad I leaned over my cane, propped myself up comfortably and watched all the other girls perform. To which he rolled his eyes. I had several recitals after that. In my prime I was an ice sculpture and my friend Clair was the Ice Queen who brought me to life. If only I saved that amazing ribbon LED wrapped hulu-hoop portal I made for that winter dance. I've always been great at crafts. Cheers to a decade of dance class. The grace it gave me is ever lasting.