I recall when I was about 6 years old and I took my first ballet class. I loved it I had on a little too too and my ballet shoes, but I also had on ballet stockings that had like 10 holes in them. And I was probably the most jacked 6 year old girl in the room. I also remember my first dance recital. Go onto the stage and smiling knowing I didn't remeber not one dance move. Obviously realizing that ballet probably wasn't for me, my dad took me to my first basketball practice. I walking in the gym just to see nothing but 8 and 9 year old boys, and to think that I was supposed to play with them?  I left that practice with a missing tooth, and a black eye, and had to take the team picture afterwards. I though my dad was setting me up but taking me to that practice was the best thing my father could have ever done for me, it showed me how competitive I am, and how drivin I was to be great, and ever since then I haven't quit and I am still working to fufill my dreams of being a college athlete.

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