First try...

I was 7. A ballet dancer. Mother died in front of me. Car wreck.
Had a checking account and knew how to make cornbread daily at 8.Still dancing.
Left home at 14. Dancing with Poe and Kafka...
Survived and traveled. Dancing still.
Got married and danced with glee.
Sweet Olivia born. Danced with JOY and joy of a family at last!
Divorce of course.
Private school and Ballet lessons and, throw away cars. She had the love of the dance too.
We Danced!
Until she didn't. Step mother on the scene buying $400.00 purses and in a flash, I was obsolete.