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Personal Narrative: Out Of Dance
At five years old my mom enrolled me in my first dance class. Every day I had so much fun and I danced until I was twelve. I experienced many struggles throughout my years of dancing, on most nights I would walk out of dance barely able to walk. Dancing was so much fun that I was determined to power through the pain and to not stop dancing. At about nine years old, I broke one of my bone tumors in my knee. I do not know how I did it, but I continued to dance on my knee. I did not know my tumor was broken until I went to the doctor and got an x-ray. The surprise in my doctor’s voice when he saw the x-ray is something that I will never forget. It was the first time he saw a broken tumor. After the appointment, I sat out of dance for a week and

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