One early memory I have --as a child--is walking down the center of the road in front of my house; a warm, sunny day. For some reason, I had the urge to walk differently -- rising and falling--and I felt without weight--it was magical and I'll never forget that moment. My first experience of creating a virtual world --through movement--for myself.
Of course, I 'm sure I also did the impetuous dancing that all children do, but that was without awareness--just out of sheer exuberance. Cartwheels in the living room that brought down a green glass lamp with a CRASH! Perhaps my sister was less than enthusiastic about following my directions that we should each come out from behind the curtains to prance around the room in opposite directions to the "Dance of the Hours". I remember one early dance we did, where I (as the older) got to wear the bottom part of my grandmother's evening dress, and she wore only the cape (being much smaller!)