It was the first day of dance class, and my nerves were up. I was so young when I attended my first dance class. As my mom and I walked into my first class, I hid behind and didn't talk. As my mom spoke to the teacher, I could see all the students dancing very beautifully, but I knew I could never be like them. When the teacher finished talking to my mom, the teacher bent down and asked me if I was ready to learn. In my head, I was screaming and crying, but I pushed through and went to the floor. It was a class full of people about the same age as me, and that made me feel a little better. The teacher started out with some easy steps, and I realized I could do them. When we learned most of the steps, we put all of them together and danced to the song. As the song went on, my whole body knew the dance. At the beginning of class, I didn't think I would ever get the steps or dance at all, but I realized that I just had to try, and I would get it slowly, and I would be good at it. From that day on, I never stopped dancing, and I fell more and more in love with it. I always wanted to learn new styles and moves.