My Secret Hiding Place
Only a minute before, this place was filled with people, and now I am the only one left. Nobody has ever thought that the dance floor is not only a dance floor. It can be a social gathering place, a performance place, and to me, it is a self-revelation place. Dancing exists in many different forms: typical ballroom dance, disco, rave, ballet, hip-hop, break-dance etc. I twist, I jump, I spin on the dance floor surrounded by mirrors, watching myself dancing with many other me twirling around the room. The dance floor plays a big part in my life. It is a place that gives me confidence, courage, comfort, freedom... I started to dance when I was negative one years old? How should I say this? I guess before I was born is more appropriate. That's is what my mom told me. She told me that I was a very naughty baby. I used to dance in her belly, and because of that, she believes that I am a gifted dancer. I was sent to ballet lessons in the age of three. I gave out my first solo performance in the age of 4. I practice day and night under the supervision of my teacher and my mother. As a five years old girl, I believe what they gave me were overwhelming. I finally could not stand th
The dance floor, a place that gave me tears and smiles, sadness and joyfulness. No matter which dance floor I step on, it gave me familiar feelings. I have no fear standing on it, because I put out my best effort on every contest. I can say, I am proud of myself that I can dance. The dance floor has the greatest meaning to me. I just feel the best to dance on the dance floor, no matter where it is, how big it is, what shape it is, as long as it is a... dance floor. Fortunately, a five years old is only a five years old. I did not know how rebel against my parents. I could just listen to what my parents and teacher said. I said fortunate is because if I did rebel against my parents, I would've gave up on dancing. However, at that time, I really hate it. I cried almost every night, but no one knows. I did not want anyone to know especially my mom. I knew how proud she was because of me. I knew that she put in a lot of time and had great expectations on me. I did not want to upset her. Until one day, my mom overheard the dialogue between my sister and me in the practice room. "I hate it! I hate it! I hate it! I don't want to dance anymore in my life!" My mom suddenly ran in and stared at me. She said nothing, but that was very scary. The next morning, my daddy told me that my mom cried all night that night. e stress and started to hate ballet, hate the music, hate the mirrors, and of course, the dance floor. Every time when I step on the dance floor for my competition and performances, all the past memories would flash to my mind. It gave me more confidence and pow
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