I was an Irish dancer in the first half of the first decade of the 21st century. It was a transitional period at a small school with large personalities. Irish Feet was born before I had taken a single step in an Irish direction, and vaguely stood the test of time to document all that happened once I finally did.
But then one day I started college, and all hopes for a return were cast aside. What couldn't be cast aside were the memories--good bad and otherwise. Because, from what I've been able to deduce, once you get involved in the dance, you can't get uninvolved. Whether you like it or not. (And secretly, you do.)
(Most of the time.)