As a little girl, I may not have been the most talented of the tiny tots. My parents dutifully signed me up for all of the classes that little girls take. There were tumbling and gymnastics. To this day, I still can’t even do a cartwheel.
Dance class was an epic fail. You know how every dance recital has that one kid off to the side doing their own thing, twirling to music no one else can hear, completely separate from the rest of the dancers?
Yeah, that was me. And then there was ice skating. I hated the cold and I was absolutely terrible. I’m not sure I ever got past the point where I gripped the wall just to stay upright.