When I was five, I don’t think I remember what I wanted to be. At that age, life was all about play, laughter, and exploring the world one small step at a time. But by the time I was eight, one thing was clear—I had a love for dancing.

Music would play, and I would feel an undeniable urge to move. It wasn’t about being the best dancer in the room; it was about the joy, the rhythm, and the way the music made me feel. Despite being incredibly shy, I went to every dance class, eager to learn, to move, and to express myself in ways words sometimes failed to do.

That love hasn’t faded. Even now, I can’t go a day without music. Whether it’s in the background as I go about my day or blasting through my headphones, music has a way of relaxing me, grounding me, and reminding me of who I am.

Dancing is more than just movement—it’s an escape, a release, and a way to connect with emotions that are sometimes hard to express. It doesn’t matter if I’m alone in my living room or in a crowd; the moment the music starts, I feel at home.

It’s funny how childhood passions stay with us, shaping who we become. I may not dance in a class anymore, but I dance through life in my own way—moving to the beat of my own rhythm, embracing the joy that music and movement bring.

Because some loves never fade, they just grow with us.

Daily writing prompt

When you were five, what did you want to be when you grew up?

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