A Ballerina's Story- part 1
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When I was just shy of turning 6, my mom asked me what I wanted to do as a recreational activity. I remember we were walking with my little brother at the time, he would have been almost 4 years old. I also remember he said he wanted to do soccer and because I used to copy often what everyone did or said, I also said I wanted to soccer. But my mom made think of something else. That is when I thought of ballet. I had done some summer camps with a lovely young lady who taught dance lessons. Now I recall, though I wasn’t supposed to at the time, sneaking through the back of her studio to watch this older girl, a student of hers, turning and jumping so gracefully. I knew I should return to do arts and craft with the other kids but I was completely transfixed. I could have watched her all day!
It wasn’t too long after that I started lessons with the same nice lady who ran the summer camps. Her name is Jessica. I still get to dance with her occasionally. But at the age of 6, I was still quite young and, at times, I did not always want to do what I was told. However, I did grow older and I also got better at both dancing and listening. I have studied all sorts of dance style from contemporary to lyrical and from jazz to hip hop. But for some reason I fell in love with ballet. That was my favourite dance style of all. I was instantly hooked and wanted to become a professional ballerina from a very young age.
I wasn’t as good as most talented dancers however. I struggled a lot. I realized I had to work ten times harder than I already did if I wanted to achieve my goal of become a great ballet dancer. Having autism definitely made things a lot harder for me. It was hard to remember steps and choreography, putting emotions on my face did not come natural and I also couldn’t take criticism easily, I even cried sometimes. It took time, but eventually, I understood that criticism was going to be part of my life as a dancer and that it was something to help me get better, nothing more. I still struggle with choreography and combinations to this day but I think if I keep at it and don’t give up, it’ll come to be a lot easier for me. After all, you do get better with practice. So that is what I did- practice, practice, practice. To be continued...
I had a lot to say today! Keep reading on and “A ballet story- part 2” will be uploaded this Friday. Stay tuned readers and goodnight!
When I was just shy of turning 6, my mom asked me what I wanted to do as a recreational activity. I remember we were walking with my little brother at the time, he would have been almost 4 years old. I also remember he said he wanted to do soccer and because I used to copy often what everyone did or said, I also said I wanted to soccer. But my mom made think of something else. That is when I thought of ballet. I had done some summer camps with a lovely young lady who taught dance lessons. Now I recall, though I wasn’t supposed to at the time, sneaking through the back of her studio to watch this older girl, a student of hers, turning and jumping so gracefully. I knew I should return to do arts and craft with the other kids but I was completely transfixed. I could have watched her all day!
It wasn’t too long after that I started lessons with the same nice lady who ran the summer camps. Her name is Jessica. I still get to dance with her occasionally. But at the age of 6, I was still quite young and, at times, I did not always want to do what I was told. However, I did grow older and I also got better at both dancing and listening. I have studied all sorts of dance style from contemporary to lyrical and from jazz to hip hop. But for some reason I fell in love with ballet. That was my favourite dance style of all. I was instantly hooked and wanted to become a professional ballerina from a very young age.
I wasn’t as good as most talented dancers however. I struggled a lot. I realized I had to work ten times harder than I already did if I wanted to achieve my goal of become a great ballet dancer. Having autism definitely made things a lot harder for me. It was hard to remember steps and choreography, putting emotions on my face did not come natural and I also couldn’t take criticism easily, I even cried sometimes. It took time, but eventually, I understood that criticism was going to be part of my life as a dancer and that it was something to help me get better, nothing more. I still struggle with choreography and combinations to this day but I think if I keep at it and don’t give up, it’ll come to be a lot easier for me. After all, you do get better with practice. So that is what I did- practice, practice, practice. To be continued...
I had a lot to say today! Keep reading on and “A ballet story- part 2” will be uploaded this Friday. Stay tuned readers and goodnight!
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