The last time I took a dance class, I was practically a baby. After one year of classes and a recital (where I apparently “kindly moved” a fellow classmate who not in her right spot . . . my poor parents), I recall telling my mom I got a splinter in my foot from the dance class floor, never to return again. I am supremely envious of girls who are good at dancing (because flexibility and gracefulness are just not me), and being so in touch with your body is something we all should be jealous of.
