This song probably doesn't hold much nostalgia for anyone but me. This is the first song I ever preformed an Irish dance to.
Anyone who knows me, knows I'm painfully shy. I hate when people's attention is on me. I feel awkward and uncomfortable. But as I got up to preform what I'd practiced in front of my little sixth grade class, I knew immediately this was different.
This wasn't like when I would reluctantly play piano in front of my grandparents or when I had to talk in front of the class. Dancing was something that made me want to be seen. It didn't matter if I was the center of attention or not. There was something in me, in the music, in jumping off the ground, that made my heart feel like it was flying. It's indescribable, and still to this day, I get that same feeling whenever I'm on stage.
Dancing for me is so special and has shaped my life in so many ways. I'll forever be grateful to my Aunt Becky who agreed to teach me the basics in her basement, my ADC school for teaching me the art of preforming with a team, for my Harp school for refining my skills, and my Forsyth Highland dance school for helping me try competing in a way that felt fun and fulfilling. The teachers and fellow dancers and classmates who have helped and inspired me will always been seen when I dance and I couldn't be more grateful for their influence in my life.
Happy March and Damhsa Sona!
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