I remember the first time I set my eyes on pointe shoes. I was ten and I was having my first Saturday …show more content…
When I was thirteen, I faced my first challenge. My jazz class was learning the routine for the spring recital when our teacher choreographed a move that I did not even know could be accomplished. It was a partner move. I had to do a handstand against my partner’s back and my partner would catch my legs up by her head. She would then let go of one of my legs, so I would be making a split in the air. This move was the most difficult move I had faced and we still could not get this move consistent when there were only a few days until the show. Determined, my partner and I practiced this move for hours. Afterwards we finally had our move down. We were proud to show the routine, and out partner move, to the full house, without fail.
In dance, dreams can become a reality. I was fourteen when my ballet teacher allowed me to get my first pair of pointe shoes. I was ecstatic. My mom drove me to the dancewear store. There, I went up on my boxes for the first time. As I stepped up onto the flat part of the shoe, I understood what the advanced dancer told me all those years ago, pointe shoes are painful. But, this was a dream I have had forever, and I was willing to dance through the