I adored the “A Very Young” series of books by Jill Kremenz when I was young – especially the Dancer and Gymnast versions. The photos were superb, and I envisioned myself living Stephanie and Torrance’s lives. Oh how I wished that I could live in New York City and attend the School of American Ballet like Stephanie. I could sit in the hallway, stretch and watch the older dancers, and then I would audition for a role in The Nutcracker, and (of course) would win the child’s lead, selected for my unassuming grace. Or perhaps I’d become noticed for my gymnastic talent and train as an elite gymnast like Torrance. I’d go to camps, workout for hours each day and dedicate myself to the sport. Seriously, I spendt hours poring over the books and debating which path to choose. Neither happened, of course, but I still have those books. They remind me about the importance of dreams, and believing that the impossible can happen.