It all started on a sunny day in 2005. My family and I had
decided to take a trip to one of our local parks to visit the Butterfly house
(it’s exactly what it sounds like: a large humid space full with butterflies
and greenery which you can walk around and look at)…
(You are not in writing class Silvia; don’t bore your
readers with excess information!) I actually find it quite difficult at the
moment to not write formally; as I’m back in school. Therefore, I have to
constantly remind myself that this is a personal blog (almost like a journal)
which will not be graded upon the use of strong vocabulary or proper grammar( though that is Always important!);
don’t think, just write. ANYWAY, I have long been holding back on writing this
post; not because I’m hesitant on posting it, but because I just can’t seem to
find the time. Today is not one of my regular come home from school, eat a
snack, do some homework, procrastinate, do more homework, eat dinner, go to
bed, kind of day (take a breath; that was a long sentence!) So I knew this was
the perfect time to write. This is my journey (which is still in action) of
doing Bulgarian Folklore Dance. Enjoy!
I was 8 years old when my dad and I joined the “Bulgarian
Spirit” dance group. The only other experience I had had with dance before that
was in Pre-school (nursery) back in Bulgaria, when my whole class would present
dance recitals to our parents (of course that doesn’t count as having any
knowledge of dance). I think joining anything without having previous understanding
is tough in itself; but being only 10 years old and inexperienced, I think shocked
me the most. I first started out being in a separate kids group with 2 other
girls and 3 boys. We would learn our own dances and recite them in between
intervals of the main group. That was really enjoyable for me because I gained
friends (some of which I still know) and danced in festivals I would never have
attended otherwise.
While that lasted a couple of years, eventually everyone grew
up (as one does) and things changed. Most of my dance friends entered high
school, started playing sports, and just lost interest in dance. So just like
that, the kid dance group fell apart, and I ended up taking a short break myself.
My dad continued, as the main group stayed together, and I would go with him to
his practices and watch. I don’t
remember exactly how long I stopped dancing for, but I never lost interest; on
the outside I wasn’t dancing, but inside, I had never stopped. Finally in 2010,
I started back up; this time in the main group. I felt big and great to be back
at it! My mom and little sister also eventually joined.
And I haven’t stopped ever since. To this day, I still have
dance practice almost every Friday and Sunday (aside from holiday breaks).
While I have been absent to school events and friend gatherings because of
dance, I have had much more opportunities to travel to distant lands and meet people
I would never have had the chance to otherwise. I still plan to continue for as
long as I stay in my state, but I do have plans and one day, unfortunately I
will have to leave this hobby behind for another. The memories I have made,
experiences gained, and places I have visited will always remain close to my
heart, wherever life may take me.
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| This is a copy from a page out of the newspaper which I was included in a LONG while back. I wanted to add it not for bragging purposes or anything along those lines; just to simply show just how ridiculous I am in this photo. No joke, I look as if i'm either using the toilet or am constipated (you thought that too, don't lie). Even in official pictures, I can never Not pull off a weird face! Some things just never change! :D |
Ciao! :)
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