I guess I come from a mostly go-barefoot-in-the-house family – and we've most often lived in the south, where slippers aren't nearly as useful as flip flops. (I myself am an ardent flip flop fan!) So the only slippers that come to mind are the pink ones that belonged to Grandma Dykes (the fuzzy ones with a simple open-backed band over the toes that you slip on) and my ballet slippers.
Yes, for a time, I was sure I would be a ballerina! I never made it to toe shoes, but I did learn the basic positions. I also got to wear a leotard and tights. I was told I had a beautiful “dancer's neck” and that my flexibility and long limbs made me a natural. What little girl doesn't love hearing that?! Truly, I have carried those words with me for a lifetime.
Here are some links to poems I've written about dancers/dancing: