My first step at seven

So, it’s been a while since I posted but I thought here’s  a story for you about how I started dancing..

I was an early starter. I remember peeking through the louvres of the school hall’s sliding doors, admiring at the dancers’… long hair. I was fascinated at possibility of having swishy long hair I can whip around. Yes, I started dance so I can keep long hair…

And so it began, the start of my Chinese Dance Thursdays.

I remember the first day at dance was a very painful experience. My mother bought me the standard uniform (of a pink leotard and short blue tights) and reminded me to listen to the teacher. I thought it would be fun. Maybe, we would even get to prance around pretending to be fairies and killing monsters.

Click here to read the full story at Dance Lah



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