We had to take an English class, and I remember, among the books we read, Virginia Woolf’s To the Lighthouse, which I still don’t really get. But I got it, like in this way. I was like, “Oh, this is beautiful!” It was beautiful. A woman, and the lighthouse, and “Will we go to the lighthouse? Will we not go? Will the weather be good?” Whatever. I don’t know what they’re talking about, but it was gorgeous, and I remember when I read that book, I said, “Oh, yeah! I remember who I am!” It reminded me. It helped me “re-member,” literally, put my members back on each other. It’s as if somebody had given me my hands back, or my eyes back, or my ears back, or my heart back. You remember yourself, and you go, “I remember who I am. I’m the kid who loves myths, and makes up songs about things, and who loves writing.” So there I was. I danced out of there, and I’ve been dancing out ever since.