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Day 5

Here's another excerpt of a memory I have from when I was younger...

Sophie had been doing Irish dance for a year by then, practicing day in and day out. After being a competitive dancer for nearly her whole life and competing in styles such as jazz and ballet, she decided to join the Irish Dance team. Right after school, she would practice at the studio for hours, wearing tightly laced-up leather shoes with soles that stuck to the floor. All of this practice led up to one thing, the international competition. In years past the tournament had taken place in cities all over the world, from England to Monaco to Greece, but that year would be happening in Canada. Being that she was only nine, she would be competing in two jigs with her team of other third graders while many of the older contestants did solos. The flight to Montreal was the longest flight she had ever been on, a whole eight hours from Los Angeles filled with turbulence and gorgeous views of the cities below. As soon as she and her mom arrived, they checked in at a hotel with a golden revolving door that she pushed around in for what felt like hours. The competition was the next day, so she knew she would need some sleep, collapsing on the plush bed before dozing off into a deep slumber. The morning arrived as the sunshine peeked through the curtains, causing her to leap up out of her bed and get ready.

I'll write the rest tomorrow!

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