My mom let me do several things that I wanted when I was a kid. Of course she didn't like me drawing on walls, but she let me choose my interests. Thus, being the curious kid that I was I tried dancing.
I was just 9 or 10 years old when I enrolled to a ballet class. It was just the basic class for ballet, but I can still remember some of the steps actually. Though, after that year I did not continue with it. I can't remember why, but I continued dancing in school. I became part of the dancing team of our batch in high school for the intramurals. I really had fun, most especially my last dance on our third year. It was the best even if I got myself extremely exhausted and stressed. It was all worth it. And oh, I forgot that I also took some classes in Trumpets on my second year.
Now, I just dance if it's required in classes. Sometimes I miss it, but I have new and better priorities now. Though, I won't deny that it became one of my dreams and aspirations. And I'm proud to say that I still have my little ballet shoes because my sweet mom kept it.

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