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Part 8

Dancing was a different experience, the first of my many firsts.

The story for how i started dancing comes from a silly childish story.

I always got everything the easy way, that's why i hate everything that is easy: It's bland, and it can always be replaced. Therefore from sixth and seventh grade, still a small kid i liked to chase after boys, if someone liked me i didn't like him back.

Everyone has a few stories from his old days after which they would like to slam their head in the wall whenever they thought about it because it was so stupid, and this is that kind of story.I was skateboarding when i met a guy dancing popping at the other end of the Lenin monument, after we fell in love and after i went through my break up the first time i was mad so i went to his dance class that he was teaching to get rid of that feeling. Thinking back i just want to hit my head on table (and i did after i finished writting this).

But the truth is if i never went there i could never become the person that i am right now. Because of dancing i was also able to meet my best friend and also the last friend that i'll ever have in my life: Tuan Jun.

I am the person that was the worst at popping, i can tell that for sure. After two years of dancing, everyday i came there i was told: „You should just go home, play piano and dance ballet." I don't mean to show off but i could do everything that i tried to, i really didn't know what failure is. I can probably blame this on my father and mother, of course, but maybe i was also born with it (but what if being born is their fault?). But i was also stubborn if i couldn't do it i would try to do it even more, so i always showed up exactly at 5.30pm everyday making everyone there say: „Oh the girl who dances horribly is still coming?" Just like that and even after 7, 8 and 9 years i was still dancing popping, and i still dance horribly.

[5 hours of dancing everyday] x [6 time a week] x [52 weeks every year] x [9 years] = 14.040 hours and still being the worst. I'm a really stubborn person.

Tuan Jun even after those 14.040 hours he still told me that i was bad and even till now he still tells me that. But different than everyone even if Tuan Jun tells me that i'm bad he still took me out to buy clothes for dancing, to eat ice-cream, to go for a walk around Bo Ho and when the next day i came to a lesson he still teached me more. So that's how we became friends from that day. Also the end that's not good for Tuan Jun at all.

Everything that i learned about life, everything that i learned about writting, it all came from dancing.

I really had a family, a family that will help each other simply because of love and not from anything else. I learned the truth, no matter how hard you try to do something you'll always get just what you tried for, leave the rest to life.I learned that there is a whole world out there beyond the four walls in my room, with many kinds of people - and because of that we have to meet each other, to understand that we are not special, that we need each other to feel full. I learned that i have the right to dream, for me to choose them, i can have passion and dying with a thing that we love the most is something totally legitimate.