Well, not so tiny. In fact I was already 4'5 and starting to develop the characteristics that lead to my early retirement from dance when I was given my first solo at the ballet recital. While other girls were princesses or some-such pretty tutu-wearing characters, I was this guy. Yes, I was Winnie the Pooh dancing to his song "Rumbly in my Tumbly." My costume consisted of a red leotard with gold tights, a headband with round furry ears attached and (worst of all), a ovoid furry tail that was pinned to my bottom with a single safety pin inside my leotard. This tail bounced and wobbled with every movement as I stuck out my belly and waddled around the stage. The parents were enchanted! Everyone wanted to bounce my tail! It's charming when the dancer is 8 years old and not built like her tiny little classmates. Not so much when she's 43 and can still feel that damnable tail.