My Passion

It was a normal day at dance, but as we stretched I could feel that it would be a very special day. We started turns in second, and I was pretty nervous because I wasn’t to good at them, but I  had been practicing them a lot. When I did my first  pirouette  I saw in the mirror that everything was precisely in line. My toes  pointed like the crescent moon on a dark, clear night. My arms opened in a perfect parallel to the floor. With every turn I could feel my smile getting broader and broader. My butterflies melted away like butter. As I pulled my leg into passe after my 16 turns I realized that dance was my passion. I also realized that if  you work hard enough at something you will succeed.


1 Comment on My Passion

  1. Madison Ratliff
    September 17, 2014 at 12:06 am (4 years ago)

    I love your story


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