My Little Fairy-tale
Way back in my diaper days I spent a majority of my time blasting the radio and dancing along to what I thought was the beat. My family didn't have much living in a small trailer, but we had enough for a young girl to use her imagination and think about what her passion would eventually be. Taking dance classes was not an option when I was young, my mom worked as a cosmetologist at Wal-Mart and my dad worked as a delivery guy for Fed-Ex, but I learned some moves from the TV. Every time Dancing with the Stars came on I would try to dance along with the people on the show and learn to do what they were doing. Dancing was something I was born to love and do. It wasn't until five years after my mom moved away from my dad that I was actually put into a dance studio. The day I walked into the studio I remember the overwhelming joy I felt, I knew that dancing was where I belonged. I didn’t exactly know at the time why I had the love I did for danc...