I’m a dancer for six years now. I love dancing so much, that I wouldn’t imagine my life without it.
I’m not saying that I’m a great dancer or something, but it just makes me happy. When I was in seventh grade, I dislocated my shoulder. I was so scared that I wouldn’t be able to dance anymore. But everything was fine, and I still danced, and I loved what I was doing. After two years it happened again. It happened at my dance class, one day before a very important championship.
When it happened, I wanted to die because I knew I will not be able to dance anymore. I’m not happy now because I can’t do what I love (even if I am not good at that). But I still hope that I will be able to dance even after a lot of years.
P.s. I’m sorry for mistakes because I’m not good at English.