There is something so precious about size 8 tap shoes and ballet slippers.
Something so sweet about a first attempt at tap.
Toes not pointed at all.
Out of step every step of the way.
Something so lovely about first position that first time.
There is just something special about that first ballet class.
In your sisters hand me down leotard.
In new ballet shoes all your own.
There is something so bittersweet about this little girl growing up.
Striking out on her own.
Making friends in her first dance class.
And learning the steps to dance though life.
