EVERYBODY DANCE NOW

So last night was our schools homecoming dance. It was probably one of THE most fun dances I have gone to since my high school career has started. It wasn't just the fact that I got to dance with all my friends, to get all dressed up and beautified, no; it was because I got to DANCE.
School dances are full of dancing with who you want, being crazy with who you are around, and feeling the musics vibes. I know most people who don't really like school dances think they are gross and just not their thing; you know, the whole "grinding" factor. But that is not what it is all about, honestly. You dance how you want to and you shouldn't care what other people think. I'm not trying to talk about school dances here, what I am really trying to say is that last nights dance made me miss what I have given up; Dancers EDGE.
Dancers EDGE was a dance studio that I used to go to, up to this year. I started out at this studio only just last year, but I have been dancing since I was very little. When I was about three or four, my mom signed me up for classes at Donna's Dance Place and I loved it! I don't necessarily remember my first years there when I was that age (I just get to look at the pictures of my lion tutu) but I do remember learning how to truly dance like a dancer. I didn't really do much, if you really wanted to know. By that, I mean I only truly took tap throughout my years at Donna's; but when I left Donna's for Dancers EDGE, things changed.
I decided to try something new, so I signed up for classes like jazz and ballet. At the time that I was taking these classes, I honestly didn't really like it. I had never taken the classes before, so I wasn't the best. Plus, being behind was NOT a good place to be in. I remember getting home from school and being like, ugh, going to ballet again. Through out the year I would get like this. At times I almost gave up, but I remembered that I had signed up to make something different out of my life. With that I kept going, and I started to become positive. I would go to class happy, starting to feel like I belonged. I felt excepted into this new type of class, and that I was actually doing a good job. Sooner than I thought, recital came and I felt alright. I didn't feel like the best dancer ever, but I felt improved and developed. Through out all the struggling and bad moments of the year, I felt like I accomplished what I wanted to; to do something I never thought I could.
So now that I am sitting here and telling this to you, it makes me miss dance so much more. I wasn't the most graceful, the most flexible, but I was the best that I could be. I was the best dancer for me, and I knew that that was all I could really do. Although I miss dance terribly, I took a lot from it and I know that I can use that in what I do today.