My mum took me to the ballet at three, and that was the only time I sat still, with jaw open, mesmerised. She brought me home, and I wouldn't stop dancing.
Sentiment: POSITIVE
My mother danced; she loved the ballet.
My mum said she remembers me asking her if she'd take me to ballet lessons when I was about two and a half. She said I could barely speak, and yet was asking for ballet lessons.
When I was young, my mom realized I could dance and hold a beat, and I really danced just for fun. It was good exercise.
My mother told me I was dancing before I was born. She could feel my toes tapping wildly inside her for months.
It was my mother who got me involved in gymnastics, sending me to classes when I was six just to stop me doing back flips on the couch and destroying the furniture.
I had to quit ballet because it felt like a part of me was dying inside.
I've danced one time in my life. It was the most mortifying experience I ever had.
My earliest memory is of sitting at Mum's dance school, watching her teach a ballet class.
I've danced since I was 5 and went to the School of American Ballet at Lincoln Center at 7.
My family didn't have very much money, so ballet wasn't even on my radar; I just found it randomly when I was 13 at a Boys & Girls Club. We were practicing in a basketball court in gym clothes with some old socks on. Even though it terrified me at first, I found that I really liked it.