"Mum, I don't want to go. I wanna stay home." Those 10 words were the 10 words my mum heard every Tuesday night when my combo dance class was. At the age of 5 I hated dance with a passion. I hated going and I hated the idea of putting little girls onto a stage and watching them twirl around. That all changed when I was 10 years old. Something clicked inside of me and I all of a sudden loved going to dance classes and I wanted to go everyday. I am still that way now. I look forward to going to classes every night I have it. Plus, when I don't have it i'm down in my basement practicing all the routines I learned from previous classes. That truely is my first memory and I still have more to tell you.
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Don't Forget to Remember
Non-FictionThis a memoir of my life. I am hoping you enjoy it and learn from my mistakes I have made! Enjoy! (The stories are not in any time order)