I was in dance lessons from preschool until junior high. Recitals were part of that, with hair and makeup. For me, recital days meant early-80s pan-cake makeup and applicators as rough as kitchen sponges. I can still hear my grandmother yelling “You’re going to take all the HIDE off her face!” as my mom spackled away. Oh, no! Not the HIDE off my FACE! I, of course would then cry and we’d have to start all over again.