If you ever want to annoy a dancer, ask her if she has practiced her twirl. Especially if that dancer happens to be your almost 12 year old daughter. Ballerinas do not twirl, they turn, she says.
When I was her age I twirled. I liked nothing better than to stand out in the field that seemed to run for miles out behind my house, spread my arms out, tilt my face into the sun and twirl until I was dizzy. Then I would fall into the tall grass giggling, watching tthe world twirl with me. Crazy little girl syncronicity.
I loved to roll too. But that is a story for another day.