I did ballet for a year when I was about 5. We actually had a "proper" ballet teacher in Castle Douglas. All I can remember is "walking" with pointed toes to "Lavender blue, dilly, dilly, lavender green. I'll be your king, dilly, dilly. You'll be my queen." or something like that. It was not my thing, and the general consensus was that I was (going to be) too tall. I already towered over everybody else, including the boys. I have a sneaking suspicion that it was too hard for my Mum to get me there, as well.
I made the "B" team in the primary school Scottish Country Dancing. The tall thing came up again when taking walzing lessons at an all girls' school. I was always the man, with the result that I found it really hard to do anything other than a "shuffle" dance with a proper man, because I always wanted to lead, and never knew where to put my hands.
