Before having children, I dreamed of my mythical daughter enjoying dance as I did in my youth. I dreamed of putting her hair in a bun and buying her first pink leotard and tights. I dreamed of watching her find her own preferred style of expression be that hip hop, like her mama, or lyrical, a style of dance for which I was simply not made. I dreamed of her feeling the way I did back then, and still do today, when good music fills the air - impossible to keep my body still.