Dance 

I remember the first time I held the ballet bar. I was shivering, hated the whole thing; the neon lights, the smell of the white dance floor, all the girls who were taller than me, but mostly the old and strict Master, who required excellence from the first moment I set foot in the classroom. But then the music started... and suddenly all my doubts vanished. 

I became a part of something greater than myself. It was terrifying and intoxicating at the same time. I was four years old.