At the age of 3 when Ava announced that she would like to go to ballet, I was reluctant to find a class immediately. My own experience of ballet when I was a little older than her, had perhaps tainted my views. I don’t remember asking to attend ballet lessons but according to my mother, I did. My affair with ballet was short-lived and lasted about 9 months, during which I remember two things; 1. I was put out by having to wear a blue tutu when others were given a pink one (this surprises me now, as I never really liked pink!) and 2. I was the child mid performance who shouted out that one of the others girls was doing it all wrong, when in fact I was the one out of position. Now that I am the parent sat in the audience, I can imagine how embarrassing this must have been for my parents. Although Ava does appear to be afflicted with the Collins gene set when it comes to rhythm (none of us can dance or hold a tune), she still managed to gallop, skip and jump with the best of them and certainly would have upstaged the 4 year old me. Was this the last dance for our little ballerina? We’ll just have to wait and see what she decides.

Video clip – http://youtu.be/TSGmQuAf0Vg