I was four years old when I went to see my first ballet. We took a luxurious ride to the show since limousine prices were discounted that day. It was being performed by the New York City Ballet at the Lincoln Center. My Grandmother thought that by age four I could sit quietly. In her wisdom, she knew once the orchestra was introduced it wouldn’t take long, and I would drop all interest in telling the person next to me all about my new toy first truck.