Arts in Motion Dance and Music Studio - Essay Contest Winning Essay The Flow of Rhythmic Motion through My Life This is the story of how rhythmic motion has flowed through my life. The flow began with my mother dancing in an African dance troop. I was in her womb bouncing up and down. I swayed with the movements of her body gently. I suppose that’s why dance has always uplifted my spirit. I started ballet at the age of four. At the time, I enjoyed and desired the movements of your hands, the balance of your back, and the graceful music to piece it all together. One of my best friends Zakiyah enjoyed the class with me. We enjoyed listening to our kind teacher who taught us the architecture of ballet and the true soul of how it worked. In our cute little pink tutus, we danced and leaped into the air joyful and happy. Learning how dance can make you flexible and strong, I sprung into the art of gymnastics, I pleaded my mother and father to register me. I promised that I would work hard. Eventually, they did. So, I jumped into the life of flexibility and strength-gymnastics. On a huge blue trampoline, my sister, my group, and I flipped in midair using with the momentum created by the pressure when we pounced on the trampoline. It was both fun and challenging. I was naturally gifted at doing cartwheels and handstands. Gymnastics transformed me into a flexible and muscular young girl. I soon understood the meaning of gymnastics and shall always treasure it in my soul. My life of gymnastics soon was swept into the world of roller skating. With roller skating, I could speed along. As I leapt into the air spinning, I felt the cold sensation of air swirling around me and heard my skating teacher Chandra say, “Good job.” I landed on the slick floor and glided back. Unfortunately, I didn’t get to go to a competition because I moved to Michigan. Not until fourth grade was I reunited with dancing. My mom signed me up to learn an authentic Indian Dance to perform on International Night, an event at my elementary school. I was excited. I had an unusual opportunity for an African American girl to learn authentic Indian Dance. In my beautiful sari brought from India by my dance instructor, I swirled across the stage. Though the performance was for International Night, that night I danced into my heritage. You see, my mom told me that my great-grandmother was from India. Unfortunately, I didn’t meet her, neither did my mother. After that performance, I started to think about in what way would I dance again. Would I start gymnastics? Would I do ballet? I thought through my questions and tried to think up a plan. I stopped myself, because I knew the spirit of dance would call to me when it’s time. The End ________________________________________ |
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