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Mark Etinger
I will never forget the first time my sister found dancing. She was young and went to a dance class because, well, that is what little girls do. She left the day of class excited to spend some time with her girl friends and make the most of an activity. She must have been five or six. When she returned she was like a new person. She ran to her room still wearing a tutu and one of what would eventually be many Mirella leotards. She practiced her early rudimentary moves for hours in her mirror. To me a young boy it was like I was living with a strangely coordinated alien in Capezio shoes, spinning and stretching in ways that I would have never considered normal. It seemed however that she had found her passion. My sister like many girls pursued dance through out her early education. It was motivation to focus her grades so that Mom and Dad would not force her to miss recitals and classes for studying purposes. It was what she did instead of playing make believe or taking swimming lessons. In high school her love of dance became a love of theater and music. She diversified her taste to include jazz and hip-hop, things I was still a few years and some hyper intellectual college discussions away from "enjoying." She excelled in everything seemingly as a direct result of strapping on Bloch dance shoes or learning a specific step no matter how much time it took while wearing her Mirella dancewear. As far as my parents were concerned every one of those trips to buy something was worth it. My sister was easily trouncing me in discipline and grades. It was clear to any observer that study and practice were imbued in her through those early dance classes and the lessons stuck. In the end my sister would not become a professional dancer though she would make some extra money through to get herself through nursing school by teaching after school and weekend dance classes. She was able to share all of that positive energy that dancing had brought to her life with a new generation. One that was a little more open to having boys in the classes. Now she was tying other kid's Capezio shoes and demonstrating her moves not for herself in the mirror or for an en-wrapped high school audience but for eager young minds and bodies hoping to follow in her dance steps.
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