Dance was always my escape, it was my distraction that made me forget everything else. I used to dance 5 days a week, so when I had a bad day I always knew I’d have dance later on to make me forget and bring my mood up. Now that I don’t dance so much, I realize how much I miss it. Dance has always been my life, my passion, and my emotion. I may not have been the best dancer, but I danced because it is the one consistant thing I have always loved and kept me happy. It’s times like these, when I have a bad night or day, that I realize how much I miss dancing everyday. Dance has always been the thing that kept me going, it was my light at the end of a dark tunnel. All I want to do is dance, not for anyones appreciation but my own, because it has shaped me in to the person I am now.