The year was 1991. “Me and My Teddy Bear” was the song of choice and all of the tiny dancers were adorned in pink and white striped tutus. Pink blush and red lipstick were available in abundance, everyone’s tights were stain-free, and the camcorders were as big as a toy Tonka Truck. The group of baby ballerinas walked on stage, led by a “big kid”, and all of a sudden the dim lights brightened. When the music started you could here a roar of “Awwwww” ‘s and a little one all the way on the right started pointing her finger and yelling “YOU BETTER PUT YOUR TEDDY BEAR DOWN!” to the girl standing next to her. That sass-pot doing the finger pointing and yelling was moi. Who would have guessed after that incident I’d devote 16 years of my life to the art of dance.