Follow your dreams
1994 - the year I first stepped foot into the Literary Institute donning bright pink shinny leggings, big smiles and bags of enthusiasm. The year I learnt my first routine to the Lion King (that I still remember today!). The year I fell in love. At seven years old little did I know I'd be addicted to the drug that is dance. The highs, the lows, the tears the happiness - dance is my salvation. I think it's fair to say that life has thrown up some terrible times for my family. From a young age, life has been turbulent and tragic in equal measures; and losing the one person in your life who has always been there cheering from the side lines screaming your name makes you realise that you're to go it alone. "Who's going to get me ready for my competitions now?" "Who's going to be proud of me when I do well?" - The simplicity of an 11 year old brain; but retrospectively, still important questions. My mothers determination and desire to 'be