When I was in third grade my dance teacher moved to another small town. My mom told me she could take me if I really really wanted to go, and then told me about how hard it would be, how much gas it would waste, how much it would interfere with everyone elses schedules, and how expensive the lessons and recitle costumes were, so I had better really love it if I wanted to continue.
I did really love it, ballet was my life, I was convinced I was gonna be a ballarina when I grew up...(being I am only 5-4, probably wouldn't have happened anyway-hahaha!), I had ballarina barbie, toe shoes painted on my walls, I came home and practiced all the damn time even when I didn't have a routine to do, just to be dancing, I only wanted to watch Ballet related movies, cartoons, shows, etc. However, after her totally negative attitude, I decided I would be too much of an inconvience on everyone and with a non-chalant attitude said "nah, I don't need to do it-it's not that big a deal"
Am I blaming my mom. Kind of. I mean it was my choice, and I wasn't totally honest with her about my feelings, I could have said, "hell yeah ma, you're gonna take me to dance class and you'll like it!" But as an 8 year old, I didn't have that courage, nor the experience to spot my mom's B.S.
Oh well--that is the one major regret in my life; that I never danced again.
Edited by - joannadandy on 16 August 2002 16:13:10