Dance Personal Narrative

The next year I moved up from the elementary school to the middle school. Before then I have never done any sports in my school. But in the fall of my 7th grade year I decided to join the cross country team. I never knew what got into me but I just had a sudden desire to run. I regretted that desire because the sport was exhausting, and it made everything hurt. I vowed that I would never put myself through that terror again, and I kept that promise. In my eighth grade year I joined the swim team. I was a skilled swimmer, and it seemed to fit me a lot more since we have a pool at home and I have been swimming since I could walk and I loved it. I succeeded at swimming and continued to swim throughout the duration of my high school career. Also …show more content…
Every girl for their senior year at Kristie Wright School of Dance had to do a solo dance. I had to sign up to take extra classes, and also pay one hundred dollars to my teacher. The money I had to pay was for the choreography and costume. And also all of the time that she put into my solo dance for me. For my dance I chose the song “Alaska” by Maggie Rogers, the choreography that my teacher did for me was beautiful and very graceful. And my costume was a light pink dress with gold shimmer. The dance was a version of a lyrical and also contemporary. At the end of the night she gave me an envelope with money for food in college, and also a book on classic ballet techniques, so I would never forget the art (like I would anyway). We hugged and cried together and said our goodbyes. I went and hugged my best friend Emily, and said that I would see her soon, because we would be roommates in college. I said my farewells to the rest of my …show more content…
We decided to go on a trip to During the following summer. There has been news that there has been a virus going around South America. So we decided to opt for central America more, and we decided to go to Panama. During our stay we went to the beach, and traveled in the town and went shopping. The third day during our voyage I started feeling major stomach pains. Because I was expecting we were worried and booked a flight to leave for home a week early. When we arrived home we went to the doctor and realized that i was infected with the virus. It was originally in South America bit spread up to Central America. The pregnancy was a failure and I lost the baby. We buried it in the backyard of our house next to lily plants. The lily symbolizes the innocence that has been restored to the soul of the