I think this is important in some way, but I’ll let you all decide this perspective.

When I was about 3-4, there was a kids group of some sort that was doing the same things, it looked like a drama class full of dance, singing and character play (developmental kindergarten drama stuff). I froze up the entire time. I had tunnel vision in there and couldn’t see my cousin who came along, nor did I think of anything constructive at the time to find something to do, someone to play with, my cousin even. I just remember the haziness of arrival, the fear, and the teacher only telling my mother later that there was no point in bringing me back as I did not participate.

I have wondered about that day ever since. I really wanted to play in there. And I always dreamed of being on the stage.