It didn't matter to me what I did at the stable: muck out stalls, haul in hay & grain, fill up water buckets because the pipes froze up, turn out horses, clean saddles, saddle up horses, teaching riding lessons, trail guide...just hang out. I loved it all. Yeah, I guess I was a barn rat cowgirl. Dancing? Naaaa. Keep the ballet shoes & buy some new cowboy boots & a pair of jeans.