As I recalled...

I was watching chinese dance clips when I recalled how I fell in love with dance. Actually, it all started in Primary School. I was too shy to join the dance club so I joined the Art club instead. But then, I often under the pretense of going to toilet, I sat at one corner of the school hall watching the dance club members practising their pieces.I even could memorise the dance steps then.
The actual contact came when I wentt to Secondary School. I thought, well, it was a new school, new environment, no one knows me, no one will laugh at me. I could join the dance club. I hesitated actually. I joined the Netball club instead under persuasion of my new classmates. My membership in the Netball club was shortlived. Just like in Primary School, I sat at a corner of the hall again watching them dance. They were then preparing for SYF competition with a beautiful dance piece inspired by Dun Huang, a place in China along the Silk Road I think. The music is so beautiful, combined with the dance moves, I was completely mesmerized. From then on I joined the dance club and have never regretted it since. I enjoyed every moment of it although pain, tears and sweat were shed. It would always be in my memory.
One thing I regretted was dropping out of dance school...I can never turn back the clock... I missed those dancing days...

*~*~*Time & Tide wait for no Man*~*~