I recently bought a copy of The Little Ballerina, a long-out-of-print and hard-to-find book. I’m so excited to have this story again. My mother used to read it to me, and I would page through the beautiful pictures on my own. When I was a young child, I dreamed of becoming a ballerina like Carol, the little girl in the book. She had weak legs because she was recovering from polio. Eventually, Carol went to ballet class and developed into a strong dancer. That’s what I wanted to do, but never had the opportunity growing up in Eastern Kentucky. Even though I didn’t have a life-threatening, debilitating illness, I could relate to her because my…