Everybody has that one thing, that group of people, that one place that means the world to them. For me that thing was dance, that place was that studio, and those people were my family. I was at that studio almost everyday of the week for 9 years. Which is why it was so hard to have to leave that place, and those people last year. There were six of us who were graduating, we were all a big part of this studio. Helping out whenever we could, teaching some classes, working hard to make all of our pieces the best they could be. The photo on the left was taken on our last class at the studio. It was a bitter sweet night. It started with most of us walking into the room in our sports bras, because our instructor didn’t like it when people wore them. She would always say that it wasn’t professional to wear them, but this night we all decided to wear them just for fun. When we came in she laughed at us, and we just went on with our class. By the end of the night we are all still happy and enjoying our last class together, nobody had cried yet. That is until our instructor began talking about how much our help and presence at the studio was the best and that she was going to miss all of us. She began to cry a bit, then some of the other girls started crying. To get our focus on something else we took some fun pictures of all of us together, then when it was finally time for us to leave, we formed this group hug. When I got home I was crying, for the past 9 years I’ve gone to that studio. Monday through Thursday nights plus Saturday mornings, for 2-5 hours, and that was the last night I would ever do that.
This past year I have been missing dance a lot, it was something that I did for 15 years of my life. Now that I’m not doing it, it’s strange. Whenever I’m on break, I always visit the studio. About a month ago I visited all them, and I was even invited to do a class with them again. It made me so happy when my instructor told me she had just been thinking about me, because I hardly ever missed a class. That place was a home, a safe place where I could express myself in the best way I know how. I was there whenever I couldn’t dance cause I had broken my toe, or sprained my ankle, I was even prepared to go when I had just gotten a second degree burn on my wrist. I was able to do the thing I loved, with people I consider to be family, in a place that is now one of my forever homes. Being a part of a dance team like that is always going to be something I am so proud of.
Hi Karlyn, and thanks for posting. I cannot see your pictures, however, so can you check and see if you can fix that? Thank you!
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○ Hey girl! I loved this writing...I was a dancer too for several years so I definitely understand the meaning it holds to a person. I could feel what you were feeling in these times which was really great. However, I can’t seem to see the pictures on my computer which became a little hard to understand as I was reading. I also suggest more of the “in the moment” feelings in relation to the picture. Other than that I really liked it, good job!