My first-ever memory was being on stage. I’d turned three at the end of March 1986, and that June, I danced on stage for the first time. I was the youngest and smallest child in the class. I remember the way iridescent dust could be seen waltzing above the stage illuminated by the row of hot spotlights. I remember the blackness of the audience just beyo…
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