Sometimes you never forget,
those little things
I was half the age I am now
not once have I step onto that stage
Nerves running through my body,
like rain on the car windshield
this stage was bigger than I ever seen
Fearful that I would mess up,
I faced that fear
I stepped out no knowing what i just had done
I saw a sea of little black dots,
All cheering and clapping
I looked out too see a familiar face,
But not one did i see
All i knew was i needed to do what i knew I had to do
Knowing my friends where there with me,
All facing the same fear
I knew i was not alone
Eight and a half years later
I face that same fear,
Come every June
But now I know,
It is who I am
And that little girl who once,
feared to mess up
Has overcome that fear,
And became a dancer!
