It had been such a casual, fleeting moment. That afternoon in 1990 when my mom came upstairs to ask me if I’d like to join dance. I paused and looked up only to shrug, “Okay,” as I continued to play with my dolls. I remember bits of it too, those first classes, even though I would’ve only been 4 years old. It often happens that way. These tiny, insignificant little things that end up being an absolutely life changing moment in time.
For 25 years, the dance studio has been my second home. Inside those stone grey walls and through the blue door, is a place where I learned discipline, nurtured my creativity, and experienced incredible triumph. I’ve been a butterfly, an international spy, and a cavewoman. I’ve done a Ukranian Waltz, a Cell Block Tango, and demanded R-E-S-P-E-C-T (in tap shoes, no less). I formed lifelong friendships that will forever be bonded together by our memories on the stage and in the classroom.
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