Do you remember back to when you were a kid?
So naive, so fearless.
I remember spending the whole recess time with Alyssa, practicing cartwheels, round offs, walkovers, hand stands and anything else we could figure out how to do.
The day we learned one handed cartwheels we were both so thrilled. We thought we were practically invincible.
I spent time outside when I got home. I wanted to be able to do a back walkover. Which, I'm pretty convinced will never happened due to me being afraid.
I also wanted to be able to do this hand stand we do in dance where both legs are bent but different ways(if that makes any sense?). But in dance, we have someone holding one of our legs to balance us, and I wanted to be able to do it alone.
I was able to do it, but that's not too hard anyway.
I miss being little.
When it started thundering and lightening the other night while my mom and I were watching uptown girls, I crawled over and curled up next to her because I was scared.
I don't think I was as much scared as I was missing being held and told it would be ok, just like a kid.
I think that's why I like working with kids so much.
When you work with them you see things from their point of view; the littlest things excite them. And when Christmas is coming up, they're all excited about Santa or when Halloween comes, they can't wait to dress up. They're honest and they look up to you for guidance.
I remember when I started dance. I was so inspired by the teachers, I love them so much. It's crazy to think that the same people I looked up to, I know work with.
I've been in such a good mood.
We got offered to keep the bunny.
My mom and I don't want her but I don't want her to go to someone I don't know because I'll miss her.
So if any of you want a bunny....
xoxo<3
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