Personal Narrative: Nine Year Olds At Practice

“Hold one, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight. C’mon girls you look like crap! There is no way you will win a trophy if you suck at dancing.” Comments like this lead to laps around the basketball courts with our arms in a high V. This is how the coaches would treat us nine year olds at practice. As a child I felt like it was me who was in the wrong. So I would go home and practice until my parents would have to tell me to go to bed. Years after, I ventured off to a local dance company. This was a big chance in dance styles, it took more strength and technique skills, but I still was determined to perfect it all. With my hard work paying off and showing that at the practices, the founder of the studio pulled me aside to a quaint room