dimecres, 30 de maig de 2007

Once in my life time...

Going back home I suddently met someone I used to see in my childhood, my ballet teacher. Wow... you know, it's been like 11 years since I decided to take off. Sometimes I felt bad to have left, I was good she used to tell me, she didn't want me to leave but... you start to grow up, you want to have time like the rest of the girls, and every year was harder...

It was really nice to see her, to know how is everything nowadays, how is she and so on. It was awesome she could recognize me althought I was 12 the last time we see eachother . But I guess people faces doesn't change that much.

Years ago I started thinking in catching some classes again, but pfff it wouldn't work to start again and basically I don't have that much time.