Personal Narrative: My First Irish Dance

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Every since I was young, I’ve felt an uncontainable desire to dance. I would dance all time, no matter the time or place. My mother took this as an opportunity to put me in ballet, a dance that was elegant, feminine, and graceful, all things a mother should want her daughter to be. When I started the class, I was anything but graceful, and after one too many tumbles off the stage, I decided to try Irish dance. My first Irish dance class was a complete fiasco. I had gotten there late, I was wearing the wrong shoes, and I was terrified due to my previous dance experience, but once I started, nothing could stop me. That is where I found my passion for dancing. Irish dance is nothing like ballet, it's not light and airy with elegant spins