Somewhere in the back of that closet is a dusty pair of tap shoes…or ballet shoes worn with holes. They haven’t been touched for years, but you’ve never been able to get rid of them.

There’s a reason for that.

Maybe you drive your child, week after week, and sit in the lobby with the other parents, whittling away the hours listening to the jaunty jumping going on in the room on the other side of the wall…

Don’t say you haven’t thought about it.