The Dance Experience

When I first heard the word “dancing” in the writing class, I became slightly nervous and many previous dance class memories started to surface. When I was younger, I took tap and ballet. I remember my teacher. She would sometimes take out her whip and strike the floor with it a couple of times. I knew she would never hit a student with that whip, but I jumped every single time I heard the snapping sound. I recall, especially in ballet, there were many limitations and restrictions on the dance. One's arms must be held up this way, and one's feet must be placed that way. There wasn't much freedom. However, last week's dance class was surprisingly different. It was a lot freer and allowed each dancer to move as they pleased. It welcomed creative movement and the possibilities were endless. I think the class helped me let go some fears of dance classes that were locked inside of me.