Before moving my physical activities I had done gymnastics, a bit of ballet, and ski racing. I decided I wanted to try dancing again but wanted something with faster movements than ballet would offer. My mother began looking for a dance school that would be willing to teach me. Despite being only ten years old every dance school said I was too old to start learning. Everyone said you had to start learning at five otherwise you were too old to start learning; despite having adult beginner classes. It didn't matter the style of dance, they all said that anyone who wasn't five or an adult could not be a beginner. Until we found the my current school.

We were put into contact with the owner of the school: Bellatrix who offered I take a free trial class. A week later and I was entering the Dance Studio to give it a chance. I had never heard of Irish dance and didn't know what to expect.

I got to meet my future classmates, Catlin, Nova, Arwyn, Siobhan, and Sara. As well as my teachers Kacey, Bellatrix's daughter, and Richard.

While Kacey continued to go over the girls' dances Richard took me to the side to teach me the basics. He walked me through what I would later learn were soft shoe movements. Unlike everyone else I was barefoot as I didn't have the proper shoes yet and it wasn't safe to dance in socks as the floor was slippery. The floor was cold, hard, and unforgiving if you fell on it. It was a little uneven in areas as well which doesn't help when trying to learn how to dance on one's toes.

That day I made new friends and learnt how to turn out my feet and do a jump-front-back, sort of. My turn out left much to be desired and my jump-front-backs were interesting to say the least, but I was learning. And while I may not have been a fast learner I was fast to get back on my feet and try again. A month before my eleventh birthday I started my first official Irish dance class.