Personal Narrative: My First Ballet
There’s something about dancers I have always been in love with. I’m not quite sure what it is. Maybe it’s how dancers are so driven to perfect their technique. Or maybe it’s how they have so much passion, emotion, and character in their movements without having to say a word. Those were the thoughts going through my mind when I went to go see my first ballet. It was only a few years ago and I still can remember how excited I was before watching it, during, and after.
My mother and I went one afternoon to watch The Nutcracker. It was in San Francisco around early December in the year 2010. I remember showing up and for some reason I was so nervous. I couldn’t understand why it made me nervous, but the thrill of finally being able to see my
My mother and I went one afternoon to watch The Nutcracker. It was in San Francisco around early December in the year 2010. I remember showing up and for some reason I was so nervous. I couldn’t understand why it made me nervous, but the thrill of finally being able to see my