Since I can't always come up with a topic to write about, especially in just a few minutes, I decided to turn to #52stories to give me some great writing prompts. You can learn more about that HERE.
What is your earliest memory of feeling proud of yourself?
When I was 6, I think, I was able to take a dance class at Ricks College. I remember being so excited for the recital. I think I wore a blue leotard and I got to wear makeup! We danced with hoola-hoops and I thought that was really cool. I was especially excited that my family and even some extended family came to watch. I also remember that my class was in the Kirkham building and one time my Mom was not going to be able to pick me up right after class so I was supposed to go to the next building over, the Spori, and go to Grandaddy's office to wait there. She had shown me how to get there, but I remember feeling pretty proud of myself for getting there on my own.