We can only be said to be alive in those moments
when our hearts are conscious of our treasures.
- Thornton Wilder
When I was five, maybe six years old, my mother came to me and offered me the chance of a lifetime, something up until that moment had merely been a dream. "Shall I sign you up for dancing school? It's your turn!" Dancing school! Dancing school was heaven on earth in my young mind! I watched with envy, with awe each time my sister was fitted with a costume, the glamour of the satin, the sequins and spangles, the fringe and the jaunty hats, sweeps of feathers and tiny cat ears perched on her head. I watched with envy, with awe each time my sister took to the stage, smile splashed across her face, upright and confident, and tapped her way into the hearts of the audience with grace and joy, the clickety clack of the taps the most beautiful sound in the world to my young ears.