My First Memory Research Paper

I can never seem to recall my very first memory. I remember grade school and I remember a few moments of daycare, but before that my memory is like an empty space. My mom has always told me that somewhere deep down memories from before birth lurk in my mind. When my mom was pregnant with me she would place large headphones on her stomach and play music for me because she refused to raise a child with no taste in music. My mom played me various 80s bands, the Titanic soundtrack, and the Beatles. I believe that this act has had some impact on my life. Why else would I have a love for Leonardo Dicaprio at the age of four or know the lyrics to every Beatles song? Though it is debatable whether I have any memory before birth one thing is accurate; I was born into a family where music and the fine arts was celebrated.

All we did was jump around and play games, but watching the older girls dance and seeing how elegant they looked made we want to pursue ballet. After school, my father would drive me straight to dance class where I would stay for seven hours. The time I spent in the studio was long and hard. Each day I would push myself to something I had not been able to do the day before. After years of training, I finally received my first pair of pointe shoes when I was eleven years old. There were a lot of sweat, tears, and bloody toes, but my passion for dance only grew. While other people feared dance auditions, I counted down the days with excitement. When my friends got excited during the Christmas season because of the long break, I got excited because it was finally Nutcracker season. Dance was my entire life and I enjoyed every second of