Saturday, November 03, 2007

I had an interesting experience this week. But, I must give you some history first in order for you to understand why this experience meant so much to me.

When I was about 3-4 years old my dad worked at Weber State University. One day my mom and I were walking across campus to go and visit my dad. As we were walking across campus we walked through a building where they were holding some kind of audition for something ballet oriented. I specifically remember seeing tall girls in black leotards, pink tights, and pink sweaters over their leotards. I remember telling my mom that I wanted to watch them, and we walked over to some important looking lady at a table with a money box. She informed us that it was a closed audition and we weren't allowed to watch. At this point something inside of me decided that that is what I wanted to do: dance ballet. The lady gave my mom the name and number of some dance studio close by and before I knew it I was enrolled in a creative dance class. I loved it, and shortly later started my first ballet class. My mom thought it was just a phase and I would grow out of it, but lo and behold I haven't grown out of it and I'm still dancing today.

Fast forward to Thursday afternoon. I was in the dance studio and was somewhat frustrated with class and myself and all that jazz. Now, people stop by and watch all the time, and it does help when they watch I feel like I have an audience and I perform just a little bit more. Well on Thursday just as we were finishing barre and going into our center exercises I noticed a little blonde-haired girl standing in the doorway with what I am going to guess was her grandmother. The minute I saw that little girl just staring with big eyes and so enthralled with what we were doing, I couldn't but help think of how I got interested in ballet. I started dancing for that cute little girl. I smiled at her whenever I could and just danced really pretty. I couldn't help but hope and wish that this cute little girl standing in the doorway was falling in love with ballet and would one day want to do it too. I would love to be the reason that somebody began ballet at a young age, I think that would be the coolest thing in the world.

1 comments:

Artista said...

Are you sure it's not a phase?