“As a small child in Nursery School, all I wanted to do was try the tap-dancing shoes. However, everyday that free-time came I was never, ever allowed to use them. Instead, I’d watch from atop my perch on the Jungle Gym as everyone else got to try them at least once. I don’t remember there being any kind of list, like with a pool table at the bar. It was up to the different teachers to hand out different toys/games to different kids. Now, both my Nana and I had always felt that I could become the next Fred Astaire, but sadly, these nursery school teachers, in their infinite wisdom and experience, looked down at little Bob and said: ‘This kid’s never going to be a dancer. Here’s a smock and some macaroni, run along now.’ And thus the hating began…”