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Dance has been my passion for as long as I can remember. I was 4 or 5 years-old when I saw a ballet performance on TV, and knew then that I had to try it.
Maybe it was the fairy tale world that the ballet often presents that drew me to it. The pointe shoes and tutus fascinated me. They became part of my childhood fantasies. I’d tiptoe around the living room, dancing and prancing to some music in my head, clumsily doing a pirouette here and there. In the years that followed, I persistently asked and nagged my parents to enroll me in ballet classes. At 10, I took my first few lessons at a community centre. Then I left dance in the back burner for a while when we moved. But as fate would have it, my new school had a dance-study program in conjunction with the Ecole Superieure de Danse. I entered the program the following year as I began high school. The three years that followed were probably some of the best times of my teen years, and maybe some of the worse too. We got to dance six days a week, almost all year round. The training was intense to say the least. I pursued the training day in day out purely motivated by my love for dance. But that was not enough sometimes. It was physically and emotionally exhausting. Looking back now, I appreciate much of the technical foundation it gave me, and the discipline that it taught, but what was most memorable of all, were my friends and classmates.
Links to a few ballet schools homepage
Ecole Superieure de danse du Quebec
Conservatoire de danse de Montreal
Ballet Divertimento
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