I recall when,

I first really really wanted to be serious about ballet. It was such a hard thing to commit to at the time. I look back and thank myself for doing it. A person who dreams of becoming a worthy dancer only thinks about the dancing itself. But then comes the training. The training is what everyone dreads. It's hard work-and that's a understatement. I remember coming home at night and thinking am I crazy for loving every minute of it? I think I really am crazy for enjoying the pain that comes with it. The training was one thing, then came the technique. Learning how to turn, learning how to leap, and learning how to keep a smile on your face while doing it. It's hard work, but I love every minute of it.  It's really scary to think about getting injured. I had never gotten hurt from the time I was eight till now. My ankle, and that's serious business. If I did permanent damage in my ankle from the nasty fall I had I think I'm going to cry. I never see myself as becoming a professional dancer, but ballet has always been my temporary escape from reality. I love ballet because there is so much passion and beauty in it. And if I can't dance because of a little slip, I don't know what I will do.